Only this time my goal was to get my bra back. Their goal was a bit different! I was play fighting with them. We were in a tight group at the time. I ...was trying to get my bra from Steve who was holding it above his head. He was much taller than me so I couldn't reach but he was enjoying my bare breasts rubbing up against him as I tried to reach high enough. Whenever my arms were outstretched, reaching for my bra, the other guys would grab my tits or stick their hands between my legs. Then the. She felt angst toward him for taking to long to be noticed,he would give her a passing glance for consideration on occasion,more importantly he was her type tall strong ,and alone. While he slept she stood over him while he slept in his bed with the warm ocean breeze sweeping over his body.She had found hunted,stalked,and now she would conquer him.She pressed the point of the knife to the back of his neck he woke as if he were struck bye lightning with a jolt.She said "Do what I say" She had. In front of them was a rather basic tent camp, replicating the typical 1920s oil drilling camp, with two small drilling rigs and 'junk' scattered around typical of the things that would normally be seen around a rig in that era.There was a large projection screen behind the set and smaller screen on either side. One of the tents also had images projected onto it. There was commentary, special computer lighting effects, pyrotechnics and, at two appropriate moments, gas flares, that startled them. Remember that, Ulfric.”I spoke up. “General Tullius, Jarl Ulfric, I do know about the end of the world. I wish I didn’t.” I laid a book on the table that Urag had given me. “Rikke, you’re a Nord. You know you hope to go to Sovngarde should you die in battle. Every soul there that is not in Shor’s hall is simply fodder, strength to feed Alduin. People will still die here, that can’t be helped. But the mass slaughter of battle, ceasing that will slow Alduin’s return so that I have hope to defeat.