Just when she thought she couldn't take another second, the trail suddenly leveled off. The pedaling got easier. Her legs stopped threatening to rebel...against her. They were at the top."Jesus Christ," Desiree panted, wiping sweat from her forehead with her arm. "That was... was brutal." But you made it," Peggy told her. "You wanna rest for a few?" I think I'd better," Desiree said. Her heart felt like it was beating about two hundred times a minute and she couldn't quite catch her. Right now, I’m parked in a large parking lot, back in the sleeper bed. I’ve been thinking of you all day and I do not want to make love to you. Nor do I want you to make love to me. I want us to make sweet love to each other…together. Let’s make slow, soft, sweet love. I am imagining you lying beside me in the bunk made for one. Being crowded in the bunk just adds to the building passion of the night. The truck motor is idling and that creates a throbbing sensation that carries through to our. "Is she OK?" I asked.She grabbed her daughter, turning her away from me. Ardys arrived and put his hand on my shoulder."My lady, we are peaceful traders from Ephesus. We'd speak to the lord of this land, or his agent of trade." Is the girl fine? Can I help?"The mother gave me another look and seemed to calm down."She's just afraid of the blood."I stood and looked over at the ceremony. I saw what she meant. Men with cruel axes had just split the skull of a bull. Its blood gushed freely, flowing. Instead I tied her hands behind her back as she laid there on her stomach. I sat down on the edge of the bed and rolled her onto her side. I brushed the hair away from her face and ran my hand down the length of her slowing a little at the curve of her hip. I sat there touching her, looking at her, thinking about the fact that she was now my “girlfriend”. Her soft skin smelled so good. She watched me getting hard as my fingers traced over her body. I stood up and pulled her along side of the.