On the northern side of the hills was a small town called Iyoshnyakt Krepockt, and on the southern side of the range there was a fort on a hilltop tha...t had served as the Danubian border garrison’s command post from 1531 until the previous year, when it and the town were overrun by Lord Blood-Moon. Fortunately for the Grand Duke and his men, the fort’s defenders were as oblivious about the defeat in Horkustk Ris as everyone else in the Lord’s army. They opened the gates to let in the “Beautiful. I’ve a lot on my mind and a lot I want to say to you, yet one look at your picture and a thought to time past and my gaze is transfixed. One look at your lips and they’re all I can think about.My mind strays far too quickly to your lips closing around a biscuit, home-made; nibbles and nips and the biscuit disappears, followed by fingertips, into your soft lips. This thought only ignites a fire in my imagination. Your lips and tongue have long since stolen the last biscuit crumbs from your. At this time your hood is taken off, you see a man, a stranger, about 6 ft tall, stocky build with large muscular hands and arms. He takes your face in his hands and ask if you are scared, you nod, but then shake your head no. With a smile he brushes your hair out of your face, kissing your neck and ear, while whispering to you, "dumplings" you have no idea what this is and pay no attention. Then he walks away and reaches up, pulling a rope, your arms and legs are pulled out, spread eagle while. “Bunny” didn’t actually sound quite right, but she didn’t care. What she wanted to be was chased, and the guys obliged her. She heard them splashing behind her as she ran into the surf. Once more the water caressed her skin, bringing her alive. It was all the more welcome since there was little water for bathing aboard the ship and she was stinky. That was putting it politely, she thought. She smelled. So did the guys, although she absorbed the odor of their maleness and it went directly to her.