The bathroom door opened and her husband stepped into the room."Don't, sweetheart. Leave it ... for me?" His voice was steady and calm when she expect...d anger or jealousy.He was naked, and hard. He took her gently by the hand and led her into the bedroom. The music came from the flatscreen television. In the flickering images she saw herself on the stage, bathed in sepia light. She saw her lover take her head in his strong hands and feed his long cock into her open mouth.Her husband squeezed. "Simon? Oh Yes Simon Wiez head of your news channel." The general recalled the picture in USA today, tall chiselled, mature, powerful. Very powerful. "He's was your betrothed wasn't he?"Rachel snarled back teeth gritted the tiny buzzing stick working its magic on her bud."He ugh still is you fuckkkk!"The general grew angry at her outburst gripping her hair pulling his face close."Not any more, you are dead; remember? He has lost his long legged trophy wife for good. You prefer the older man. But would they be able to hold their freedom if the dragon continued to belch smoke and flame across the river, or would they quietly slip back into their fears. For once, he had no words to put into a story that would describe his turmoil.One day, as they neared the smoking mountain, Selah sat down beside the road and refused to go on. Much to Steven’s surprise, Xandros the donkey sat back in his traces and refused to move as well. With a last glance up at the mountain, Steven relented and. "Will you teach me to drive it?"He got her in front of him as he coached her through the beginningstages, pleased to see how quickly she got the hang of it.At the cabin they carried in her last two bags, then he motioned for herto come into the kitchen area. He showed her the loose board in thefloor. Then when he lifted it out he added her money to what he alreadyhad hidden away. She blushed and then added the ID and debit cards fromher wallet.They were getting ready to head up the mountain.