’ ‘How the hell does she know my name?’ he thought. Before he had time to retort, she threw another punch at him. This time, he blocked and gra...bed her wrist. She tried to pull away, but he gripped tighter. ‘Don’t even try,’ he said glaring at her. She tried to knee him in the balls but he blocked and punched her in the stomach. He released her roughly and she stumbled backwards, coughing. ‘I thought you were smarter than to show up here.’ He said. ‘What, you didn’t think I’d leave you, did. The answer to Sally’s invitation came soon enough. Perched on a plinth outside the south wall was a small gargoyle. It was an ugly looking thing, the stone of its face creased and angry, its mouth snarling. Its wings spread out as if trying to escape its plinth. While it wasn’t very tall, the plinth meant that it at least came up to Sally’s waist. She stood in front of it and stared – the invitation was a very simple riddle. The gargoyle was sporting a very noticeable erection, a narrow, short. We cuddled to stay warm with him up tight against my back. Even though we were in a bad situation, I felt my husband get an erection. I lifted my leg and after he pulled my panties to the side, he found his way into my hole. We fucked slowly and deep till he released his fluids in me. It did help us relax and feel close to each other and safe. The next morning as the sun came up, David and I headed to be with the others. The captain and mate had been busy, from first light, looking for items. If Richard was still the man I met, or if he wasn’t here at all, the idea of me being taken roughly from behind by Mister Chippendale was squashed as soon as it had sprung. A hand touched my shoulder, jarring me from my thoughts ‘You still a Vodka Martini girl Jenni?’ I turned to the voice behind me. ‘Katherine,’ I said happily, greeting my friend with a hug. It had been almost five years since I’d last seen her, and she was still as beautiful as ever. Her long black hair cascaded down her back.