His pants hugging loosely around a firm shapely behind. Denise cleared her throat and shakily remove her keys from her purse. I cant believe that just... happened. She unlocked her Camaro and walked the last few feet to the drivers side door. Opening it, she tossed her purse inside and sat down in the seat. She slammed the door shut and sat there staring at the parked cars in the parking lot. Why me? Her head fell forward and smacked into the steering wheel. She groaned and just let it sit there.. It was only when she came back into the room with a tray of coffee and locked the door behind her that It felt strange, not like the other cliants I had met. She sat in a chair along side of me and we chatted a bit of small talk as she crossed and uncrossed her long shapely legs, her skirt had riden up as she sat down and I could clearly see her Stocking tops and suspenders, she was flirting with me and then she was straight to the point as she said, "So how about I give you an order and you. Lizzie was my brother’s wife and I had always had a fondness for her, so it was time to go back and face my responsibilities.Sir Walter had a map of the British Isles and using that I calculated that it was between 420 and 430 miles by road and it would take probably eight or nine, maybe ten hours to drive there with breaks; that is, even if it was possible to obtain enough petrol, which was still subject to rationing. I had travelled by train when I had originally made the journey south, but. Her milky white freckled skin was usually hidden underneath thick plate, with an armoured skirt to improve mobility. In battle she wielded a hammer and a heavy shield. Despite her fearlessness in combat, her noble upbringing had isolated her from the real world. This meant she was completely naïve about social situations, often becoming anxious and sometimes being taken advantage of due to her innocence, unrelenting honesty, and gullibility.Her stoic second in command, and closest friend, was a.