He wasn’t sure why he spared the young man’s life, but to do it twice, made him spend a moment to ponder the thought. The x he made on his chest,...would either be a reminder to know his place, or instill a vengeance in him that wouldn’t end, until he himself made it end. He hoped he wouldn’t have to, he liked the boy’s spirit and tenacity, but he wouldn’t hesitate to bury his skean in his heart should he try to come at him again. ‘Malcolm, yer men are looking good. They’ll do well in the fight.. “Damn right it was great. You are just amazing.” I wet a washcloth with warm soapy water and washed my pussy off. He casually glanced at my half dried skirt still hanging on the handrail. “My guess is the trainer,” he said accusingly, while washing his hands. Silence. Drying his hands, he said, “You don’t have to answer me, but I see how he looks at you. I also saw your exchange in the café today when I was talking to him and you came in to get your lunch. It looks like the stain is out. The patter of the piss hitting the metal was turning her on as she continued to let her pee rain freely and she reached a hand under her shirt to roll a pebbled nipple. She scooted a little more to aim at the hamper for dirty clothes with some dark towels and clothes in there that needed to be washed. The red-head watched in fascination as her pee was soaked up by the clothing and she was also surprised by her accuracy with her piss. She continued to let her pee rain down onto the clothing. Then she messily plastered my face and ears from behind laughing softly. At this point I was sure she could feel me shaking with excitement. ‘Thanks I said’ sincerely the weaker part of me wanted to roll over and hug her to me. ‘No problem, my back now?’ she said. ‘Umm… sorry.’ ‘Why?’ ‘To uhh, comfortable…’ I lamely excused myself. ‘Lazy bastard!’ ‘Sorry.’ I really was. ‘No really!’ she laughed, I could hear the pebbles crunch as she rolled over. ‘I can’t reach and I like the sun on my back….