"Wash their wounds with this." A second cloth gets saturated, and he attends to the wounds of the other two. The moans quiet. Wounds seem to stitch to...gether naturally where crude stitches had been sewn. He has his two warriors drink from the bladder, and gives it to the healer for her to do the same for hers. Pain no longer keeps the warriors awake."We can leave them," he tells her. "Drink this." Will I pass out as well?" No. It will revive you," he winks, and she gets the message, probably. I was confident he'd be shooting at any moment by then, but yet, the fireworks didn't seem to be the most important thing.Rose and I looked at each other several times, and we knew that just watching that fuse get shorter and shorter was the real prize. Although, we both also knew the fireworks were still a sight to see, and the build-up to it would make it all that much better too."And your magic is working on me too, Rose. I've never felt so damn good masturbating before." So, Rose can make. She was dressed in her usual short skirt and revealing top and she had an air of confidence about her. During the night she was approached by a few guys who were happy to buy her a drink and ask her to dance. She refused them all. I felt bad because I couldn't let her have a bit of fun, so I was encouraging her to go and dance with someone. Two of the regulars that I knew came into the bar next. Both of them were tall black guys who were always pretty smart looking. They ordered their usual. Matt got on the bus and took a seat all the way in the back and to the left.Matt watched out of the window and thought about Laressa, then he heard the bus come to a halt again and he heard the heavy metal doors drag open he still looked of the window.A few moments later he heard the doors drag close and he saw a figure work it's way to the back of the bus from the corner of his eye.And they sat right next to him, and that's when that smell hit him, it smelled like vanilla, he remebered the.