.. She's so into it. I can't imagine concentrating that hard for so long.He sat back some, calmed by the slower pace of this movement. At times Richar...'s playing reminded him of running water.Emily's horn, like the breeze... As the movement progressed and became more evocative, Kyle threw his thoughts back to the day Billy had died. He glanced at the empty seat next to him.He would have been sitting here with me.Kyle's throat momentarily grew tight, as grief suddenly flooded through him. But he. But the music he made, he had to keep that in mind. So he pressed the Chords. And he tried to think what he had said before. He tried to think the long silences were his chord strokes having an effect. Not that he particularly wanted to have an effect. It was just his way of saving face, of pretending the chord listener was not up in the belfry looking down like the Phantom of the Opera and seeing him for what he really was and for what he was really doing. And he was lying, but the chords said. She spun around and pulled Trevon on top of her as she mashed her mouth against hers. She knew her husband Bill hated it when she kissed her lovers in front of him and she found it laughable that he wanted to watch her get fucked but couldn't handle watching her kiss another man. 'Fuck him' she thought as she plunged her tongue into Trevon's mouth and ground her exhausted body against Trevon's hard sweaty cock. "Lay back and put your feet on the floor baby. I want to ride your delicious cock,". We were going to be massacred. Diplomacy was called for, and for some reason that fell on my shoulders.We had a stroke of luck, the Romans from around our newly independent area, small garrisons of professionals who were nearing retirement quite often, came together to put down the insurrection. We would be bloodied early. It might not seem a stroke of luck, but if we could win then we would show that Romans were not invincible, and it might spread the flames of rebellion further. Of course, if.