“I finally get to put my hands on your sword!” I was taken aback by how heavy they truly are.The revelry was exactly how Tim had described it. It ...was what made life worth living. I confess that I imbibed with gusto. The king’s “special” candies also aided. My mood was light, euphoric, and wanton.Night had fallen and several of us were lounging around the bonfire. I was seated on the ground, between my lover’s legs, with my hands behind me. I was alternating between caressing his thighs and what. ‘It’s like this. Someone you love is supposed to arrive home at six and when that person doesn’t show up then, you start watching the clock a bit more than you normally do. You get a sick feeling in your gut when an hour has gone by, and you hear nothing. You start wondering what’s wrong and your mind races, generating thoughts of things that might have gone wrong. Then when that person walks into the room, the feeling of love fills your whole soul. To me, that’s the meaning of love.’ ‘Well dad. Can I use the same credit card you gave me before?"She's so damn cute, I couldn't say no if I wanted to, and I nodded and smiled to her. Before we got home she got a text saying the local store, not far from my townhouse, had it in stock and it would fit into the average car (the back and the base are separate and one slides into the other.)"Can you drop me back at the townhouse and you go pick it up? In a half hour I'll have all of this stuff set up and you can decide to keep me or throw me. However, now, seeing how Sandra helped Melinda, made her finally move, and she also wrapped her arms around Melinda and Sandra, while laying her chin on Melinda's shoulder and whispering, "It will be okay! I will make sure of it!"Brenda just looked at how the girls tried to help and comfort Melinda and felt a lump in her throat. If only Melinda would have stayed calm enough, she could have explained Melinda something that would have helped her a lot. Although, by seeing what Sandra was doing,.