Some food, some metal-ware, some timbers. Other stuff.”Right, wood wasn’t exactly rare on the islands, but they were running out of trees. Wood wa... used in buildings, in ships and boats, and as fuel for heating and cooking. Everyone cut whatever trees they had for immediate use instead of leaving enough to keep growing more.They had no central authority to make them leave the trees alone, and it wouldn’t be long before they completely ran out. Wood was already valuable enough to make it worth. He enjoyed having control over her. The cab arrived at their address, and instead of waking up his sleeping beauty, he picked her up. Although she had a full figure, with luscious legs & hips, she was weightless in his arms. He kissed her forehead & carried her inside the house. He laid her on the bed and took her shoes off, her perfectly manicured toes curling with the exposure. He trailed his fingers up her leg, feeling goose bumps rising with his featherweight touch. The sight of her. He attacked first with a stab toward her mid-section. She cleanly deflected the blow and danced to the side, not letting him close with her. Before she could counter, he launched a swipe at her arm, and she batted it away. This time, she was able to take a slash at him, stealing the momentum of his first assault.Back and forth they went - wooden swords cracking and hissing as they traded blows. Sweat soon poured from both of their bodies in the humid air, but he was a seasoned veteran, and she. His arms felt so protective, and she just fitted perfectly into his shape. Her head could rest lightly on his broad shoulder, and she could feel the loose curls of dark brown hair stroke her cheek and forehead as she nuzzled into the cleft of his neck. She adjusted her stockings, and as she leaned forward on the broad marble panelling surrounding the sinks, she imagined him coming into the bathroom, and wrapping his muscular arms around her, kissing the back of her neck and pleading to reveal.