Desserts ordered, the waiter went back around the table for coffees and liquors.“And madam, coffee?”Before she could answer, I saw Almira flinch a...nd grip the arm of her chair. Karl was grinning. She could barely answer, and the waiter had to ask her again. The second reply was not much better, but he got the gist it was a coffee. Karl only ordered an Irish Coffee. We burst into laughter after he left.The desserts arrived, with Karl's coffee in a glass beaker. The waiter topped it off with cream. I'd also need plenty to weave gleaning baskets and storage baskets for food. I could see being here a while. If I was supposed to use my mind then I assumed that I was to read as much of the library as I could. I wondered what I was to use for fuel to cook? Perhaps the answer was under my nose. So far I'd been lucky enough to stumble across what I needed.I went back to the 'patio' to spread out my cattails to dry, then went back inside to explore the building with more care.I did finally find. He moves so he’s on top of me, my fingers wrap around his shaft yearning to feel him inside me. He reaches down under me and squeezes my ass, holding me close to him with his lips moving from mine over my jaw.My fingers tease him while I feel his mouth move to my neck now. He begins to suck gently on my hot flesh making me burn deeper for him. I let out a stifled moan. I can feel my heart thudding in my ears, desire pumping through my blood harder. He moves down to take my nipple into his mouth. "Heavy-handed? In what way, Eric?" Last week we had three different attacks against villages just north and east of our operational area. The attackers swept in, located the village leaders, and executed them all on the spot. Then they rounded up several hundred of the population, herded them to the outskirts, and started marching them west towards the closest refugee camp. They sent a vehicle ahead with a message for the UN mission director running the camp: surrender the camp and withdraw.