Rizza thrust her hips up seeking the pressure to take herself over the edge. John parried like the pro he was. Rizza’s breathing got deeper and deep...er. She felt she was going to explode. John took her again and again close enough to glimpse the abyss. The London sky was still dark and grey. It was so fucking early. She was laser-focused on the urgent feeling in her loins. Rizza tried to judge what John’s dastardly tongue would do next. She was near her limit, her stomach a tight washboard, her. PatrickGabriell's youngest son, Count of Buckland, 5'-9" tall, 150 pounds, 18 years old#, brown hair, gray eyes.Young CountPretenders son, 5'-9" tall, 175 pounds, 28 years old, brown hair and eyes.Old CountPretender, 5'-9" tall, 155 pounds, 65 years old, gray hair, brown blood shot eyes.HenryLieutenant of Dragoons, 6'-2" tall, 180 pounds, 21 years old, brown hair, blue eyes.New SergeantDragoon NCO, 6'-4" tall, 220 pounds, 27 years old, blond hair, blue eyes.MacDragoon, 6'-2" tall, 210 pounds,. 357 Magnums, two DE .44 Magnums, and one DE .50AE, which he used on armored opponents. And then there were his babies. Twin black M1911A1 .45 caliber pistols, salvaged from the prewar era. They were custom fitted with built-in suppressors, had laser sights, and could hold extended clips for those more arduous assignments. He grabbed these, as well as two extra clips, and placed them in the waistband of his dark denim jeans. He then moved on to his knives. He grabbed a 4-inch tech knife,. In addition, she had uncovered some very unsettling and heart breaking information while moving some file boxes to storage - that Kelly's work involved quite more than what he publicly and privately let on, even to her, not to even mention the physical and mental scars that had resulted from this work. To protect Kelly and his distressed emotions and his increasing desire for his oldest and closest friends to remain close, Becky took the opportunity to quietly reveal the details of Kelly's.