"They are a godsend." Why do you say that?" I asked."How long have you been here, honey?" she asked in return."About a year I think," I replied."And i...n all that time how many other American's have you seen?" sheasked."None, not a one," I had to admit."And you won't see any, ever, Paulo will make sure of that," she said."They can't take the chance that another American might help us escape.This is the only way we will ever see someone else from back home."Some other girls joined the. I dont get it. Why is it that men always want sex more than anything else? If they were that less interested in it, I swearI would be a virgin to this day! Dont you shake hands with me on this subject? I mean when you compare my case with yours? Doesnt your man bug you to constantly get undressed so you can have intimate fun in his, or your own, bed? Whenever I am in love, I lose my sanity to the extent where I am willing to engage in just about any kind of sex to please him. Thats why I. Not a twitch, not a muscle moved! This was the living death that he wanted to end and tears poured down his cheeks.Vicky dabbed them softly as her own tears flooded and she desperately tried to kiss him. She knew it was only his head that had any sensations so kissing his cheeks and lips was the only emotional connection they could now make. His salty tears served only to reinforce their isolation. They were the only part of him that she could now taste and share. Her shoulders convulsed as. From one point of view, we had some distinct advantages in the upcoming battle. We had plenty of cartridges, while the Indians had only a limited number of arrows. Also, our pistols, even, were more accurate than the bows at the extreme range of 50 yards. Essentially, the fighting would have to be hand-to-hand for the Indians to have the advantage, even with their superior numbers. They weren't going to do it, but the sensible thing for them to do would have been for them to cut their losses.