To the captain's mind, he was expendable.Drak was a redheaded Scot of uncertain years, most thought he was about fifteen, surely not full grown, his b...ard hardly that of a champion. But he was a fierce and brave fighter, well muscled and not unhandsome in a rugged manner with wide shoulders and heavy thighs as well as ridges of muscle across his belly and backside. His posture was excellent and his sword work first rate if rather crude and brutal. He wore a filthy kilt of a smudged tartan whose. "Oh, fuck that, if they don't know by now that I love you they're too dumb to live. OK, Gardener, that's all the mush now, you've got it on record." She laughed; he smiled indulgently at her.They got their first good look at the pavilion when they got back to the meadow. The storm had left it something of a mess. The uprights and roof had survived without harm, but the interior was another matter; the personal kits and other materials that the scientists had hastily abandoned had been badly. Davie was humiliated beyond words, and she lay on her back struggling, trying to turn her face away from the demanding youth, her eyes blurred by tears."No, honey... don't cry," he kept saying to her, his voice quavering, "there's nothing to cry about... you want it, Davie... you know you want it... want to feel my cock inside you, the way Trish felt your old man's... it's a beautiful thing... beautiful to feel a warm, hard cock in you hot little pussy... oh, baby... I want to fuck you, baby.... "If Sean does something wrong, punish both of them, and the other way around."She tried to intimidate me with her eyes into silence. I got tired of her not listening. My anger escaped once more."How long do you think you could hold on to one if the other died?" I asked.She slapped me!I think she was more surprised than me. She gasped, and I turned away. I felt the pressure behind my eyes and could not stop the tears from forming."David..." she tried. I walked towards the kitchen door."David,.