. the bridge that crosses the gorge will swing some when the wind blows during the afternoon as you can see.” An almost silent voice said from the v...deo. “My guy that ran the course yesterday said that it’s not a hard crossing it, but you have to pay attention to what you were doing if you want to avoid falling.”The next video clip was shown from the floor of the gorge and looking up at the rope bridge. “You can tell that they work on the bridge to keep it serviceable.” He said as he panned the. A. woman, and everything else in the bar for that matter, to simply fade.I guessed the woman’s age to be mid-thirties. My eyes followed her severe but feminine jawline to the profile of her full lips. Her warm blonde hair was pulled back into a loose ponytail exposing her slender neck. As she texted away, I caught the unmistakable glint of a diamond: an engagement ring, no doubt, but no accompanying wedding band. I grinned. This challenge just got more exciting and my libidinous desire now fed. ..Dave's arm swung around and knocked the pan out of his hands, crashingloudly onto the floor. Charlie was caught by storm as Dave rugby tackledhim to the ground in less than two seconds. His back smashed against thefloor and he roared in pain. Dave's face was scarlet red with rage and hiseyes were demonic. "You dirty little bastard!" he roared as he attemptedto pin Charlie down. "You think you can creep up on me?!"Stuck in such a vulnerable position, flashbacks of the cinema date beganto. Thank you, again…maybe I’m not your ideal match, but I promise you a night you won’t forget. I mean that in a good way, Courtney.’ She had a cigarette between her lips and waited for me to dig my lighter out. An open bottle of Maker’s Mark was on the table where I’d laid the flowers down, and after I lit her smoke she grabbed the bottle and took a decent swig straight from it. Her hair was smooth, recently brushed and shiny straight – not the tousled mess she donned in so many of her punkish.