The shafts of the lances shattered into a thousand brittle splinters, forming a cloud of debris around each man, with wooden shards flying into the cr...wd.Then the riders flew past each other, Neither man was unhorsed. As the horses slowed to a canter, then a trot, Jacques was the first to react. He reached down and unclipped his war axe from the saddle and raised it, turning his horse and charging toward Jean. Now, without lances, he ran straight at his opponent.Jean heard him coming and turned. The game was beginning. She in turn help me with her other arm and hand. Tell me what hes doing to you, my love. I whispered in her ear. Hes not doing anything, yet. Hes just holding my legs and rubbing the sides of my ankles. I feel him putting his fingers all around them. He has a strong grip, John. But hes gentle. Hes teasing me by twirling his hand on the skin of my legs like gentle angel kisses I saw her eyes bulge a little. I feared that his hands may have dipped into her loving cup. He held onto her leg and snuck peeks at me when he thought I wasn't looking. I opened a Twix bar for him and he tried to stick the whole thing in his mouth.For some reason, Juanita, his mother, and I hit it off. She was a poor immigrant from Guatemala, I was an older white guy, born in the USA. She was under 30 and I was almost 60. She was a single mother and I was a divorcee whose step kids didn't want to have anything to do with him.The one thing we had in common was that we were both. Now with eternity sitting out before me I contemplate this and look up at Jada from across my bedroom. She says nothing, and her face is unreadable, at once she rises and leaves me alone with my thoughts. Turning around I stare at my semi-neatly made bed and think back on the sobbing nights I’d spent here. Almost defiantly I shake my head and remember the wonderful nights and days I’d also spent here, laying back across my comforter when my door opens suddenly. I’ve forgotten myself caught by.