Claire knew she’d been travelling a long time, sleeping on hard earth in frost filled crevices, the last of her firewood consumed in the night. This...was a special journey, seeking answers for an unspoken question. She did not know the outcome – her only certainty, the journey itself. Pink shafts of light touched snow clad peaks, the colour warming her heart, if not her hands. ‘Too far,’ she grumbled to her boots as they trudged wearily one foot in front of the other. She knew better than to. Removing that, I felt his hands on my bare back. The cold night air had already painfully hardened my nipples. His body heat was a welcome relief. He hugged me closer, as I raised my face and we kissed. Kissing Thorolf was one of life’s wonders. His hands knew their business, as did his tongue. His piercings only served to make him more intriguing. ‘Okay, you got to watch, now it’s my turn,’ I whispered in his ear, catching his lobe between my teeth for a moment before letting go. Hearing him. There I stop and lean on a pole, turning to look at you, gazing at you in inquiry.You slowly nod and settle back as I smile very sensuously, then closing my eyes, start letting the music take hold. My body begins to sway with the music, and I begin dancing for you. I dance, allowing the beat and mood of the music to determine my movements, swaying, gliding, moving my hands, my arms, my hips...the skirt swirling around my feet as I float over the floor with my eyes half closed.I dance for you. Even when they moved in unison, the rings pulled, twisted, distending sensitive flesh. Both were completely devoid of pubic hair. In the reflection from the highly polished metal walls of the vault, I thought I caught a glimpse of something else, and stepped around behind him, moved back a few steps, then behind her. On the left cheek of their asses was the letter ‘B’ about one inch high, similar to the way Brad had drawn the initial on me for the pictures he sent to Winston. But these were not.