I imagine again the feel of her arms around my body, as she holds me tightly against her.I imagine again the taste of her kiss. The kiss that betrays ...he soul within and its intent. The kiss that cannot possibly be our first kiss, on the first day we have met face to face.I can still smell her on me. Does she know what her fragrance did to me yesterday? Could she possibly know? It is still winter, in spite of the calendar date saying it is spring. In the chill of a Canadian spring, we both. I waited, as horny as I'd ever been.I heard the front door open. My heart skipped a beat, literally. I felt my body flood with adrenaline. In accordance to what I'd told him I needed, I turned over onto my elbows and knees on the bed, my arse jutting upwards.Footsteps on the stairs. Not slow and menacing, not fast; just ordinary footsteps coming up the stairs that no man had come up in the seven years I'd lived in the house. I sensed him enter the bedroom. He didn't speak because I'd. And that, even when I am working, I welcome her presence at my side, her love and beauty soothing my heart and soul.’ Her little bag of embroidery threads and needles lay where I had placed it on the table, and now I tossed it lightly back to where she had last left it on the pillow… now, however, the little red and white bag lay awaiting her on the soft cashmere throw. ‘This shall, I hope,’ I concluded with a little flourish and bow, ‘make M’Lady’s place a little more comfortable and her. They only went far enough away from the camp to ensure their escape, then turned back to spy on the camp to see the result of their efforts. Fifteen Comanches were dead as a result of their raid, and they were very proud of themselves. They each got about 2 hours of sleep before the camp began to stir.The first sign of trouble within the camp was the discovery of the two dead guards and the weapons used to kill them. People went running to the chiefs' tepees to report the murders and were.