A full third or more of the men who sailed and marched here will never return home to their families. Over half of our old Brigade died holding those ...trenches in front of that hill, and around many campfires tonight many other deaths will be mourned other than mine. Don't make me do like Cedany, and make you swear oaths to live onwards, after I am gone! For I see that you are being quite unreasonable about this, and you are going to be quite impossible to deal with after I'm gone, which I can. Why I couldn’t say. I nodded.She started again, “I guess I was what you’d call an orphan. Anyway I was in a foundling home and this couple took me in. I don’t remember the beginning. I was very young. Anyway I guess I was a foster child. I don’t remember how old I was when they took me. I think they wanted to adopt me, but something must have happened. I know I was little, maybe I think four or five when something happened. I thought they were my parents, but they took me back to this place and. Before i left to drop the car off at the garage i looked myself over in the mirror. I was wearing a very tight, shear pair of yoga pants with no panties underneath, and a low cut shirt and push up bra that showed off my boobs. I'm not saying I was going there with the intent of getting a hookup by sexing it up, but lets be honest, it doesn't hurt! By now I had long since realized guys would do stuff for me if I looked good and stroked their ego's but to be honest i was more than nervous. I enter the kitchen, seduced by the promise of crispy bacon.Liam is standing in the kitchen, naked, beating some eggs with a fork whilst bacon sizzles away under the grill. I sit down at the counter and watch him. He's got up early to cook breakfast, and I feel guilty for doubting him. It also appears that he does know how to cook, and despite being born with a silver spoon in his mouth, he can take care of himself. Embarrassingly, my stomach rumbles."Hungry?" He asks, smiling."Yes. What are.