I ducked and planted my bayonet in his ribs, lifting him from the ground, grunting. I yanked the blade free, left him squirming in the ditch, spouting... blood, and ran to the other side of the rig. I could have walked.The younger man was very dead although the ball did not seem to have emerged from the back of his head. His eyes were still open and he looked surprised. I reclaimed my purse and tossed it to her. She caught it without being really distracted from reloading her pistol. Her chest was. Maurice checked on me periodically, calm and formal as ever, seeing that I was fed and supplied with pots of coffee. On the second night, a Thursday, Mrs. Edwards visited me before I finished my evening’s labors. ‘Mr. MacLeod, I need you to know something,’ she began. ‘Yes,’ I said, worried at what it might be. ‘I know you’ve been keeping company with Opal and Pearl while I was gone. I don’t blame you: I never asked for a commitment from you or a vow of fidelity. I also know you haven’t taken. I had won, but for somereason victory was unappetizing. Something would never be the same,something I couldn't quite place. It wasn't good or bad, but importantenough to make me wonder if this was right. Yet part of me knew this wasfor the best, that I should just keep going. I wasn't sure what to make ofit all. Such a strange combination of emotions to be aroused by thislittle game."It is nearing its end. Soon the light will return. Soon all will makesense. The wings take flight. The flames. She moved away and Val lay on top me, kissing with me, then rubbing her tits on my face to let me suck her tits as much as possible and nibble on her nipples; she moved down, and her almost bald wet pussy and hips ground against my throbbing cock, which badly wanted some pussy by then. Ayen, facing Val, kneeled above my face and liwered her pussy to my mouth. I licked and nibbled and licked some more. Fuck, her clit was sticking out demanding attention. I love eating pussy, love the taste, love.