So, he let his hands follow the stockings as a myriad of fabrics bunched on his wrists. He kept going because not doing it would be the death of him.H... travelled over her slim knees only to count another flimsy piece of clothing. “I did not know there were so many layers,” he commented when his fingers sneaked under those too.“These are the drawers,” she informed breathless, relaxed enough and leaning on the settee’s arm.He had heard of these. Under so many pieces of clothing, they were the. “Yes. I won’t tell anyone. I promise. I had the best time I’ve had in a long time” I replied. I climbed into bed and lay down as Nick pulled the covers over me. “Sleep tight, Dude” Nick whispered just before leaning in and giving me a kiss on the forehead.I never did hear Nick come up later. Nor did I hear my parents arrive home. That is really unusual for me and I think it could only have been because I was in an extremely deep dream sleep. No doubt I was dreaming about hunky Nick.The next. It stung a bit, but it felt so good at the same time. He was still kissing me when i moaned. I pulled away and gasped. Youre a virgin…arent you? He smiled slyly. I bit my lip and nodded. How did he know? Just like that, as if reading my mind he said youre so tight…its like youre messaging my fingers. I just looked up at him. He looked over my body and decided my pants were a little hindrance and slid them off. He slid both of his hands down my sides, to my hips and maneuvered them into my. And was as soon gone. Sarah Henderson was flesh and blood, and there was a connection. How could you reconcile connection in this world. This world of death and destruction. Soon the only thing that mattered was this woman’s hand in yours. In time, you grew well, you walked more as the torn muscles in your leg healed. And your heart healed in that woman’s hands. The connection grew stronger. Orders. New orders. Back to Whitby Island. Help train fresh meat for the grinder of this, our first.