We were both lonely, so similar in thoughts and ideals, needs and desires. The attraction was immediate. The feelings deeper than any that I’d ever ...xperienced before. We flirted and teased. We laughed so hard that our sides hurt. She made me feel young and wonderful. I was sensuous and sexy to her, even in my drab everyday clothes. I was bright, light-hearted, and filled with ideas and notions that I’d only once dreamed about. There was a moment of intimacy, a shared kiss, so soft and light. In front of us, the tall ebony sergeant had patiently waited for instructions, while Julie had her fun at attempting to embarrass me. I broke the ice. “How are the men liking the addition to their armor, Scratch?”Sergeant Scratch pounded his chest in a warrior’s salute. “They’re quite happy to have some magical armor, Lord Solon.”“I suppose the high-tech, Hull-Metal did seem magical,” I thought, while answering, “Nothing’s going to break it; that is a certainty.”“I have to agree. We broke an. . before we got back to our talks of a forthnightLisa Love has my mind playing that old soul song over and over: "I've got Georgia on my mind"Lisa Love lives in a country where wine was invented and still has hundreds of different g****sLisa Love lives in a country where the first Lady was a countrywoman of me, slender smart SandraI often have an old soul song on my mind by Ray Charles "Georgia on my mind", read lots about itI often wonder about the same question,why can't she get back at me. " Can I get you anything? Have you had lunch?" She continued hitting the bag. "Breakfast? ... When was the last time you had your bandages changed?" Yesterday." Sandy continued to punch the exercise bag. She could hear Leila still upstairs.Warren sighed. "Can I at least hold the bag still for you?"Sandy roared, dropped into a crouch, and brutally kicked the bag. The bag swung wildly and she spun and fan kicked it on the return trip. Then she dropped and dexterously rolled under the bag, and hit.