Then the raiders had attacked, scattering the caravan. He'd fought but had watched in horror as his friends were cut down, one after the other, though...no harm had befallen him. It was as if the men were afraid to touch him, turning aside the blows of his sword but not meting out any of their own.When all were dead but himself and the leader of the caravan, the man smirking as he looked over at him, he'd run for his horse, determined to get away. His horse was a thoroughbred, raised in this. Shooting back up to catch her breath, she pushed her head back down, but this time onto his stomach, where she proceeded to lick up the remaining juices - the feeling of her delicate tongue on his body was like being painted with a small, warm brush. It drove him wild. When she was done she placed her head on his chest and pressed herself against him.For a moment, they were both still. There was nothing to be heard but the distant, gentle lapping of the ocean waves, and the odd humming of a. Laura playfully hit Christi on the shoulder and said "Christi, what didyou tell them?"Christi said, "The truth, sis. You are in loooooove."Laura smiled, said "I am not; I mean he is a great, great guy, but I amstill just getting to know him." Oh come on, I heard you on the phone, and you are totally in love. ItsOK, if you don't want him I'll take him!" Hey, he is all mine!" Laura laughed and the girls joined in.Laura went on to gush about Brad. He was gorgeous, sexy, smart, and agreat kisser!. I heaved myself up onto the dock, climbing awkwardly to my feet, already shivering. ‘You little idiot!’ the Major roared. I almost fell back in. I pushed my hair out of my face and blinked back the water. ‘Sir?’ ‘That water is freezing! You could have drowned!’ He advanced on me, until he was face to face with me. My face was probably pale or blue from the cold water still dripping on it. His was angry and red, with sweat dripping on it. He was still yelling at me, I tuned him out, my eyes.