I had younger brothers that were still training like I had but no sisters.I rode to the side and looked at the men that marched. I had seen my father ...but he had not even looked at me or acknowledged me. I finally swung down and began to walk to one side of a company. The men glanced at me and the sergeant growled and moved closer, “you need to ride on lad.”I might be sixteen but I was strong and tall. I had long brown hair I wore in a braid and grey eyes men did not enjoy looking into. I looked. I watch her face, admiring the near-perfect slope of her nose, the fullness of her lips. I suppose that Little Joe would call her average, the kind of girl he refers to as "two-shot chicks" or "leftovers". I have had the shape of this face in my memory for damn near twenty years, and the years have merely refined her beauty."Whatcha looking at?" she asks with a smile as she puts down her glass."You." Like what you see?" Yep. You're pretty... pretty, you know."She shakes her head, still. ". The other guest looked at the now stiff cock. "I'm not surethat I'd like that monster up my bum". It had grown to about twelve inchesand so thick that he could hardly get his hand around it. "And why shouldyou? Is mine not good enough?" "Of course". "And just imaginehim over a sawhorse, arse whipped raw, he can take a lot, I'm sure, and thensliding it in". "Yeah". 'Not what you bargained for when entering this game, was it, boy?' I thought,taking a closer look at his back. It sported the. We left Markland behind us and travelled on; another day and a night and half a day more before we sighted yet a third land. There we turned to the south and followed the coast, looking for a place to beach our ship. I was at my position at the prow again but had many willing helpers looking out. This land was the fairest by far. We could make out birch and beech trees and swathes of green grass and Leif expressed himself well pleased. Towards the evening, we sighted a white strand and.