But not forour good Captain Owain."That would be me, my idiot Black Brigade escorts were referring to -Captain Owain. Prince Owain. Owain of the Sorr...ws. The man who'd losteverything. My chaperones may be little more than the glorified ass licks of atyrant, but they were dead on about spring - for me, it will never comeagain. Brown earth and bitter cold. It's all I know. All I am.After we arrived at the Selene compound, the king's crack troop crab-scuttled to the safety of a nearby ridge. . “Talk to me!”This time, I understood her. “I'm too tired to go to school today, Mommy.”I had to do something. Now. Then it hit me. She was soaked from head to foot. Even with the fire blazing behind the screen only a few feet away, I could still see some snow in the tops of her boots. She was never going to warm up in those wet clothes.I went to my linen closet and grabbed a couple of blankets. When I returned to her, she was snoring again, slowly. I pulled her upright and worked her soggy coat. Pleasure. It was a pleasure like she had never felt before. Everything she had experienced before was dwarfed by this orgasm.It was a storm, a hurricane that blew away all of her sensibilities, all her doubts, and replaced them with one thing. Lust. She only needed one thing. It was Kumar, her employer, her married employer. Yet, she could not stop herself from spreading her legs. She looked at Kumar.“Masterji! I want you inside me! I want you to ravage me!” Kumar stepped forward, his painfully. None of them resonated with me. "Hmm? The band withno name?" I said and laughed. "Seems we're having a harder time with this than I thoughtwe would. I get this feeling of futility. It's like we're grasping at straws." That's it!" shouted Darla. "What's it?" Fred countered. I smiled over at her. I knew just what she was going for andit was perfect."You tell him Darla," I said and smiled at the both of them."Grasping At Straws," she said and bobbed her head up and down matter of factly. "It.