Her dark black pony-tied hair was unkempt and a couple of strands fell over her brown eyes. The yellow shorts went higher up in the car seat. The stro...ng sunlight seemed to dance on the fine hairs on her slim and smooth legs. Ala lifted her arms to tie her hair, baring her armpits."Stop looking at my breasts!" She said playfully, her arms still stretched behind her head."I didn't notice," I replied honestly."Wha... t? Are you saying I have small breasts? I'll have you know I'm a 34C." I was. With its agonisingly slow withdrawal she was both relieved and distressed by its loss. When a hot hardness entered there she felt every inch of it in contrast to the cold of her sheath. A roar ripped the air, a primal scream. No disobedience this, for this was an unconscious, unordered self. The animal within was letting rip. ‘Let go!’ The voice rippled in her ear and she did. In bed Aurora awoke slowly coming to in the master bedroom of their mansion. ‘Oh! I’m safe.’ She said. ‘The danger.. So it was a huge surprise to me when I sat down at a table after dancing and she just flat out spoke to me."Do I have food stuck in my teeth?" she asked. Before I could even look at her she kept talking in that clipped accent with that sarcastic tone. She lifted one arm and then the other."Shit, I probably stink," she said. "Is that it?" I had never heard her curse before but she was working herself up and I could see it."Or maybe it's something else," she continued. "Maybe it's the hair thing.. Utterly blind.But now, the first thought in my mind was how every last bolt and rivet of the missile could be exploited to our advantage; in a modern, apocalyptic parallel to the way my Great-Plains ancestors made use of every part of an arrow-perforated buffalo. From bristles to bladder. Nothing wasted. A lesson from history that served me well. Any further-reaching concerns ceased to matter.But what should have mattered was why the woman seemed to be waiting there. At first I thought she was.