I've already lost valuable time, not to mention men, simply to get him off our backs, father. So have some respect for the people in your care, play a...ong, and we'll keep the food and the medicines coming." Alongside the guns, the bullets, and the shells?" asked the father, his hands nervously tracing the emptied tin cup of coffee in front of him, his eyes lost somewhere on the surface of the table."It's hard to win a war empty-handed," replied Nicole, her eyes discreetly following Ethan around. . It’s more like afterplay. I don’t think we do enough afterplay, Jason.”“Then, let’s make it a point to do more afterplay.” He lifted up on his knees and eased her onto hers. They embraced, kissed and caressed each other’s backs. “Ready to get out?”“Yeah -- my fingers are all crinkly.” She stepped out of the tub. Jason climbed out and opened the drain. Then, they dried each other.He scooped her into his arms and carried her to the bed. They slid between the sheets and she snuggled against him.. Once you learn, you will help so many people.”She reluctantly agreed. She had heard of John Carter so she didn’t quite fear what he was going to do. John sat up on the bed so that he was facing her. He took her right hand in his left hand. He stared into her eyes and started telling a story. As he wove the story, she got a dreamy look on her face. He stopped talking and she looked at him. She asked, “You’re not a bad storyteller yourself, but what did you want to demonstrate?”John smiled at her. Despite her youth Tight Skirt was strong and a formidable fighting machine, she pushed him back ever so slightly, but enough to cause him to overbalance very slightly, she wrapped her long leg round his and kicked his leg away. He stumbled backwards and Tight Skirt was straight on him, she drove her knee into his stomach winding him, he fell on to his back, she stood above him and repeatedly drove the handle of her sword into his stomach, driving all the air from him. He lay back defeated, out.