It was either walk or die, march onward or fall into an eternal rest. He remembered how the common folk would often talk about how dying to the cold o...ften felt pleasant towards the end, cold turning to an odd warmth that would envelop you like a blanket until you died. He thought how anyone could possibly know this since dead men could tell no tales, but he wasn't willing to find out the truth of these common superstitions."Quit your whining Arthur, Brand is but your age and he hasn't the shame. His wife was waiting for him and she looked amazing. His wife was laid on the bed. She was wearing a matching black bra and panty set. The panties were small. Very small, leaving little to the imagination. But they were large enough to cover her most intimate parts. The bra was a balconette bra. His wife's breast were not huge but were perfectly formed and beautifully pert. The bra she was wearing pushed her breasts together creating an enticing cleavage. On her legs she wore a pair of. When he'd hired her Alan had made it clear he didn't need a permanent helper. Beth had said that was fine, since most of her time went into her doctoral work. Despite those stipulations, he hadn't asked her to leave yet, nor had she offered to go. There was a... tension between them that neither would acknowledge out loud, but was expressed in other ways.They would often stand close together, while working on this or that plant. He would slide his fingers slowly over a leaf, damp with the. I listen for the man to say to me, "Three."Then I reply, "Smoking or non-smoking. This way please." I glance down at my hands as I pick up the menus and see a bright Christmas Red nail polish reflect back at me. My hands have several rings, including a thumb ring and my nails are 2 inches long growing out under these acrylic nails that I have had for all these years.My heels click as I wiggle across the ceramic tile floor and escort the people to their table. I look down at my feet slightly as.