My perception was that they both had sort of beauty that existed without any consideration of the passage of time and that each on had attributes that...excited my senses regardless of conventional acceptance that youth was preferable under almost all circumstances.I had discovered in my journeys that a female’s age is a matter of little concern where pleasure is concerned. It is far more important to partner up with a feminine animal with deep-rooted and bottomless passion in matters of carnal. ‘What’s a faggot Mal?’ ‘It’s an alternative word for firewood in England, possibly.’ ‘Leave this room immediately you wretched woman,’ Benton yawned. ‘Escort Miss Manners to her desk ladies,’ Malcolm said to the two arriving security officers. ‘Ensure she takes only her personal possessions and then allow her to leave via the basement where innocent people on the sidewalk will not hear her screaming bitter invective.’ ‘Yes Mr Thymes,’ said one of the tough-looking security women. Benton looked. She climbed up onto the bed and I finished undressing. "It's your turn now," I said. "Lie back, close your eyes and just enjoy the evening."She looked absolutely beautiful. Her hair was down and surrounded her face. Her eyes sparkled, even in the dimmed light in the room, and her body had a radiance that I had not previously recognized. Perhaps it was the wine at dinner, perhaps the mood and the atmosphere, perhaps the knowledge of her unhappy marriage; whatever, I was intrigued and entranced. Can you do both without changing sight adjustments?"I was looking at the target area through the scope of the fifty and said, "I can and will. These will be good targets but I have to remember I'm shooting down so the gravity won't affect the round as much. I have to aim a hair high."I took out the 308 and checked the target distance and found it to be what had been called. That's when I began to sweep the entire area, looking for anything out of place or any movement. Sam was doing the same.