As she left the house to take her car to town, Desirée sniffed back her tears. She knew what she had to do. She loved Mark so much. She couldn'...t allow this awful deed to lie fermenting in her mind. She would have to find Pastor Hemmings, tell him what she had done, and get him to absolve her somehow, to purge her guilt before she saw Mark again. It was the only thing she could do.The only thing.Clete Anderson partially staggered into the kitchen of Nancy Purcell's uncle's house shortly. They had, quite by accident, John thought, moved in to within 150 yards, which was close enough for the people on the roof. He ordered, "VOLLEY FIRE! READY... AIM... FIRE! READY... AIM... FIRE! READY... AIM... FIRE! RELOAD!" They had gotten off 21 shots and hit 11 Indians, a very good ratio, before the Comanches pulled back out of range.There was now no doubt that there were riflemen on the roof, the pall of smoke made that obvious. Now, the Indians were sure to try to do something about that.. You sucked a nipple into your mouth, as you rolled the other between your fingers. You continued, paying equal attention to each, making them hard, and perky….occaisionally, holding one with your teeth, letting it graze the sensitive flesh, making me groan to the sensation. My hands brushed through your hair, bringing you closer to me. You turned my body around, your head over my shoulder, still enabling you to kiss me….I felt your hard cock pressing into the crack of my ass, nestling into it.. ”He laughed, “I figured, and I thought it wouldn’t be bad for Mel to have some girl-talk time, but we’ve got to pick out clothes for her, and Henri could only push things back so far.”Melissa looked at Erik, a little puzzled, not sure if she was annoyed, “So now I’m Mel?”He grimaced for a second, “Sorry, I mean Melissa. I sort of shortened your name in my head – didn’t mean for it to pop out.”“That’s okay. I’m not sure. I might kind of like it. I mean, I’ve been called Mellie before. I.