She was not very attractive or young but quit the opposite. She was an older lady probably around 50 with short curly hair glasses and a short vary cu...rvy body. I don't know what came over me but this feeling of calmness. She struck me as someone I wanted to know more about and that sexy Russian ascent sent me into a meltdown. Why I felt like this I don't know but she gave me a calming effect and I wanted here. She was soo cute. I was in for some knee problems and she was helping with fitting my. She was across the room, sitting looking into a large mirror, working her makeup. Her back was to me, but she looked up at me in her mirror. She wore a loose cami over a black strappy sheer body suit with a thong back peeping above her skin tight ripped jeans. She turned and looked at me. Her eyeshaddow was a touch of crystal into pink blazing into purple to a razor sharp pointed black cat eye. Her light green eyes pierced through the thick sexy blaze of makeup. She smiled. She stood, in her. It was a comforting thought to believe that he died in the explosions and fire, but Denethon doubted it.Alros had been a pillar of strength, striding through the ruins of the town, seeing to the few survivors, doing what she could to succor them. It was, Denethon thought, a terrible thing to see -- the gratitude on the survivors' faces for the simplest acts of kindness.There was no way to have heliographic communication to Baytown, so he'd sent a half dozen gallopers, plus a stronger party. ''My daughter, quickly, go into your bedroom. I will see what they need.'' He knew exactly what they could do to his little girl, he heard the stories before. But he knew it was too late to run or hide. There was a loud rap at the door, and a man's deep voice demanding to open up. ''We know you're in there! Bring her out to play!''The door burst open to a loud roar of laughter, and a group of soldiers poured in, five, ten he lost count almost twenty. Everything was a blur, moving in slow.