We used to spend a lot time having night talks and slowly our friendship turned to crush. Looking right time i proposed to her to which she accepted. ...hings were going smoothly with some usual fights like in every relationship. During one of such fights i asked her to meet me, at collage terrace after the collage was over. As decided we met there and there wasn’t anyone to disturb us. While talking and we came so close to each other that our body was almost rubbing to each other. I looked into. There wasn't a worry on anyone's mind, yet a group of drunk Norsemen - men loyal to the Jarl of the newly allied village Jokulsa - had found their way over to the stables.They hadn't been shy about expressing their opinion about the village of Yogsta, humble men like themselves never had the honor of visiting this wonderful place. No matter how close it was, there had never been a reason and they were energetic to be in such a place with the promise that their fury would be extended beyond the. From somewhere in her soul, I could see the challenge still in her eyes.Tara was a woman of her words; master or slave."I'm sorry," I whispered.I felt the voice inside howl its victory. It took me over for the split second that it takes to capture mercy, pity, empathy, and any emotion. It dragged them all down into the little box I built on the last day I cried myself to sleep from the pain. It left behind only the waiting and the purpose.I beat her, not with the helpless frustration that a boy. ‘Maybe you’d better release the buckle,’ she said. ‘I don’t want to be responsible for your discomfort.’ Les blushed and pressed down on the button. The click was almost inaudible but the belt separated. Marty pulled one half of it toward herself and then let it hang over the seat. Les flexed a little and thanked her. Knowing that Les desired her made Marty feel rather bold. She looked straight into Les’ eyes and said, ‘How would you feel about me if I asked you to do something for me?.