He grows increasingly interested in her dream as he hears her moans intensifying. He returns to cooking breakfast.He walks over to the tent and stand...s there, staring intently at the vision of beauty in front of him. She looks like and angel; face soft and innocent. Her skin shimmers as she moans and moves in what appear to be erotic undulations. He is becoming aroused. He regains his composure and returns to the task at hand; preparing a breakfast fit for a king.As he is dishing up the. I could tell she knew. But she ignored me for a while. Then put her arm around me, to comfort me. I kept sniffling.Eventually she asked me, "What's wrong?"I was silent for a moment, then I began to ramble on."I can't keep doing this anymore. I can't keep being just your toy. It's killing me to be this close to you, but not able to go any further. I think I may be falling in love with you. But the only time you respond to me is when I become this 'girl' you created. You don't seem to want me, or. As she walked past me I could tell that she had been engaging in sexual activities as she had dried cum in her hair and on her face and smelled like she had come from a whore house. Sharla was dressed in a long light brown jacket and as she moved past me she turned her head quickly to me, kissing me on the cheek. I smiled as her lips touched my skin and watched her move further into the house. I kept the door open for the dogs to go out and do their business but kept my eyes on Sharla. After. I was quite proud of myself with that bit of shooting, though I knew that others could have done better on a closed range where there was no danger of anyone shooting back at them.All of these men were dead, but that did not necessarily mean that there were no other enemies in the tunnel. As Shakespeare said, I screwed my courage to the sticking point and ventured farther into the tunnel. I used the flashlight to look for tripwires as I worked my way deeper into the mine, but I did not find.