We had a stroke of luck, the Romans from around our newly independent area, small garrisons of professionals who were nearing retirement quite often, ...ame together to put down the insurrection. We would be bloodied early. It might not seem a stroke of luck, but if we could win then we would show that Romans were not invincible, and it might spread the flames of rebellion further. Of course, if we lost then we would be crucified by nightfall.The army, our army, fell naturally into two bands –. Every time I looked around, Early was there. Sometimes he was holding my hand, other times he was giving me my medicine. I still couldn't look at his face without seeing those empty blue eyes. I don't know if he slept or not. It didn't look as if he did. This vibrant, physical, marvelous man was totally beaten. My guilt was overwhelming. My own selfish, thoughtless ego had gotten us here. How would we ever survive?We found out later, John left town shortly after being terminated. He was just. When I realised it was you enjoying my reading glasses, I got hot and yes very much turned on, the fantasies I had. I found myself doing things I had'nt done since my teenage years and I think it is great that you love my dress;heels and reading glasses, so I want you to take more pictures a few hundred of them and I will ask a few of my friends if they have any old reading glasses, I think Joanie may have a few pair, black and brown half rounds I think. You know Joanie ... don't you?"Yeah Mom,. She opened her eyes slowly and he leaned in for a kiss. She found herself very conscience of the fact that she was in her cotton panties and a plain lace bra. She laughed at her shyness when she thought of the fact that he was laying there in nothing but his plaid boxers. He wrapped an arm around her waist and brought her towards him so that her hips hit his hips and she could feel him under the sheets. They kissed passionately and he slowly rolled on top of hers and her hands were exploring.