Next, the door burst in and two soldiers entered. They quickly found us and as I watched my mother’s head being cut in half by a sword. I couldn’t...scream, I sat still like if I was not there.Rough hands grabbed me and pulled me up. Next thing I knew I was slung over a horse and the ground was speeding by under me, being wetted by my tears.We rode for two days and when we finally stopped I was weak from lack of food and drink. The soldiers had only given me a little, just enough to keep me. I repeat and touch my shot glass to hers and then we kick the drinks back. "Ack! That shit is strong!" She smiles at me. "Yeah, but thats how I like it," she slurs. I can tell that she's pretty out of it, especially as she tries to pull me onto the dance floor. "Come on," she pleas. "Don't be so...stiff." I sigh but give in. "One dance, but then I'm taking you home. I think you've had a little too much tonight."She pulls me out to the floor as a fast-beat song comes on. "Like it will hurt you. ." Hold on! Our ideas of fun were slightly different, as you're about to see." What do you mean?" Come on, it's in the attic, your present, I mean."..."Jesus!" Do you like it?" Jesus Christ! John. Oh fuck." Do you like it?" You didn't...?" No. She's untouched, well, except for all they guys she's slutted around with. I mean I haven't touched her, besides the obvious." How?" Like I said, she invited me over, so I came over; she really turned on the sex appeal, let me tell you, but then, I. I am sure you can hear the pounding of my heart as I reach for your glass. I pull you toward me, brushing my lips lightly against your fingers, your cheek and finally your warm, soft lips. You open to me, and I taste the rich red wine again beneath your tongue. This kiss is what we’ve been building toward---this moment of electric connection. Lingering, I tangle my fingers in your hair and your touch traces fire down my neck to my shoulders. Your eyes burn into mine, reflecting the flames.