My trusty Henry repeating rifle was in a scabbard under my right leg. Between them, I could fire thirty-one rounds before I had to reload. All us Rang...rs carried Colts. Captain Samuel H. Walker, a former Texas Ranger himself, taught old Sam Colt what a gun should be. Colt made them and named them after the Captain. That was in eighteen forty-six, before the war, and Colt had made new ones since then, like the Colt Army the Captain carried. But I liked the Walker. It was big and kicked like a. He then lifted each foot and slipped off her shoes before running his hands up the outsides of her legs, feeling the curve of her calves, thighs, hips. Still kneeling, he hooked his fingers into the band of her panties and tugged them gently down. His face just inches from her body, he could smell the sweetness of her flesh and felt a pulse of desire pump through him. He stood, his hands gliding over her curves to her back, where he skillfully unhooked her bra and slid it forward and off her. It was, like the harpoons, large and black and ominous, rising from the gentle curves of the ship like a raised fist. The towering gun was the only weapon on board the craft, and the only structure with sharp edges and unrelenting straight lines; the rest of the ship hewed to Eperia’s insistence on the golden mean as an organizing principle and the winding spirals that resulted from this design.A tentacle slapped into the conning tower, bringing Quinn back to his senses. Eperia’s voiced barked. "Okay, I just thought that I should show you," said Ruth.Liam straightened up and made his way back to his desk and resisted the urge to put his hands covering his crotch as he went. Everyone seemed to be too engrossed in what they were doing to notice that the eighteen-year-old youth had a hard-on.Liam did not know what the lunchtime date in the park with Ruth would entail, but he assumed that it would involve close and personal contact with her, so he was elated about that. Ruth also longed.