Wait. She looked across the hall at the other door, opposite of her. Damien? And Noah. She sighed relief, and managed a small nod to them. They return...ed it from their side, both of them sticking their heads out from the door frame only enough for her to see them. Damien was still armed, too. Good. Noah was transformed; she surprised herself, being able to recognize that he wasn’t Art or Matt. Both had been shot, Damien a few times, and Noah half a dozen. Some of the wounds looked like they were. I asked her how old and she said 11 and 3. I told her that we needed to find a store to buy them some treats to eat. She said I would not have to do that. I told her that if she said no, I would buy them even more. She relented and showed me to a store. We bought soda, chips, candy. Also the store had some hot food cooked so I bought enough for everyone. She asked me if she could include milk, soup, flour, eggs. I told her of course she could. I also got some beer and some wine. As we checked. She was not quite certain if it was reality or fantasy because she had been quite ill with prarie fever at the time and it seemed so out of character for the elderly gentleman. The older man had raised her after her parents died in an epidemic when she was only the tender age of sixteen. He had seen to her general education and had disciplined her nightly just to teach her the need for obedience and quick response to orders from any grown-up in authority. The combination of discipline and. Almost immediately he could sense a positive reaction as she pressed her chest up and out toward his hand and fingers. Rubbing over the smooth silkiness of the blouse he could feel her nipples thickening and sticking up.The top buttons were already undone. Cal tremulously went ahead and started undoing the other buttons. One at a time he worked his way down to her waist. Using his left hand he reached under her blouse and felt her breasts over her bra.This was too real he thought. Carefully he.