She had known this all along, known it from the moment she saw him lying on the path. Why did she now feign surprise? She had seen enough of soldiers ...n recent times to know, too, that he was a cavalryman and stomach lurched at the knowledge. She wondered why. Now her very being was quivering, like a hound at the leash. Here was the enemy, perhaps the very one who had taken her man. She could kill him easily – he was weak and could barely stay awake long enough to feed. Yet something else held. Taking this as a sign of approval, Mary went back to Suzy’s lips, kissing her with a fair amount of passion this time. Suzy didn't pull away, even when she felt the tongue gliding into her mouth. Feelings were stirred; her body came alive. Never, had a man; let alone a woman kissed her this way! Mary started to nibble Suzy's neck, her earlobe, then down to her breasts, sucking each nipple, soothingly gripping each between her teeth. Gyrating her tongue, her. "So, if I ask for a cup of sugar, will they give me the finger?" I pondered."I wouldn't think so, but I'm not gonna say definitely not," she put on the record.We made some more small talk about the place, but then she mentioned something interesting."Also, if you didn't notice, there are some single guys that live here too. So, there are definitely some sexy possibilities there," she mentioned.Well, it's not quite like spotting a dog, in amongst a bunch of cats."Dina, I'm a lesbian," I let her. On legs anyway.She smiled as the front of his shorts began to tent up. He was getting a hardon. She was used to that too.He ALWAYS got hardons when she worked on his legs. The first couple of times she had accused him of being some kind of pervert, but he swore it wasn't because of her. He hypothesized it was just because the relief from his pain was so pleasurable that his hormones got out of balance.What a crock.But he wasn't an asshole about it, and he never tried to get her to do anything.