The fighting was artless as he parried a thrust here and slammed the pole against the side of a helmet here and jabbing the end into a breastplate the...e. Every once in a while he would note the flick of a slim blade striking out from around his back; sometimes catching an attacker in the eye, sometimes in the throat. Now and then the blade lashed out only to be deflected by Anton's wooden rod as he swung it but more often than not the strike was quick, precise and extremely deadly.To Antal it. Okay so here it goes.The girl involved in this story is of my age and well about me, I am 5’9 quite fair workout quite a bit and cute as they come many gals say that to me. The girl, whose name is Shivani was my class mate in school till tenth quite frankly did not get along very well up until that point.She is not fair but has always had that inherent sexuality about her and quite tall 5’7 for a girl, cute and I guess around 32 boobs, pretty slim waist but the best feature as u might have. His tall, athletic frame with wavy, thick black hair and baby blue eyes make him so handsome to me. We've been married 10 great years and still love each other very much, but the flame has died over the years. We're here in Miami to try to rekindle that romance. We head down the elevator to the popular bar down the road we read about online. When we walk in the music is pulsating and hypnotic. Hot, young couples are gyrating on the dance floor in sync with the music. We head to the bar. I had a good assortment of Victoria's Secret and Fredrick's of Hollywood catalogs and magazines highlighting large-busted models - all well-worn from my frequent perusal. At the clubs, I dated a couple of the girls, spending lavishly on them and treating them well, and the sex was pretty good - for them, that is. I still didn't get much emotional satisfaction out of it. Something was missing, and I couldn't figure out what. And all the while, I kept thinking about Linda. I knew I hadn't.