He was successful in tripping me and used the slight advantage to get his hands on a piece of our swords and threw it at me, slicing my arm.I shrugged...off the momentary pain and dipped into my well to help heal it. I was having less and less trouble, but the strain of the fight as well as fighting the effects of the drug was depleting it quickly. Once again, we came together in a flurry of kicks, punches, and blocks. For every three I would block, one would get by my defenses and soon more and. .." was all I managed. And then I felt the pleasure reach a crescendo, my senses overload and sensation spilled through me in waves.It took me several moments to recover from the orgasm, as I was lying there, twitching and panting. During this time Jarred was tearing the cloth shirt off of his head, revealing his bare chest outlined in moonlight. I could just make out long, thin scars across his well-toned chest. He was most definitely muscled.I felt lucky, in a way. Lucky to have him.. It was a horrible, grotesque scene, but I couldn't take my eyes off it.Finally, Sharon gave a long, loud wail that for some reason reminded me of what I had heard as Missy rode the pendulum through midnight, and then she fell totally limp.The next scene was of Sharon's defiled body lying on a tall funeral pyre. Timbers the size of 4X4's had been stacked up crossways to form a coffin-sized box about six feet high. Four timbers stacked the long way at the top formed a shelf on which the body. I really began to look forward to her letters, which she did write on a fairly frequent basis. I gladly returned the favor. Our letters to each other initially consisted of how much we missed each other and how much school work we had to deal with. The severe workload left me little time to dwell on how much every fiber of my being longed to be with this young woman. As the weeks went on however, it became almost painfully apparent how much I truly yearned for this girl. I had never felt such.