What you decide you want to do with it is up to you. If you publish it, though, please do not identify me by name. But I’m tired – I’m tired of... running around all over the world, I’m tired of beating my head up against the wall, and I’m tired of meeting those damn deadlines – I’m tired of being a reporter.I don’t regret what I’ve been doing all these years but now I really just want to kick back and enjoy myself like they do at Island Royale. They’ve read my report and really liked it – and I. ” Encouraged by her enjoyment he slid his finger across the front of her panties. He could see a tiny patch of hair through the lacy fabric of her panties, but otherwise she was neatly trimmed and clean shaven. He could feel the warm dampness that was emerging from within her and leant down to breathe in her fragrance, “You smell wonderful.” He murmured. She was too lost in pleasure to do anything but moan. She’d never had anyone pay such attention to her and she felt an awakening of passion. I knew I had to do it, for what I was planning, and I knew that it would afford Wonder Girl a nice view of my pantygirdle, but I had no choice. I leapt at the guard, climbed up his body and onto his shoulders, wrapped my legs around his neck and squeezed hard. The guard kept trying to pull me off. Then he tried to knock me off of his shoulders, slamming me against the wall of the cave, but I held on. Finally he passed out.I turned to Wonder Girl."It's okay to come out, now," I said.She came out. It was cold but satisfying. For a while I sat and talked to everyone who came by. Morale was still high and most smiled when I spoke to them. Then I sat and watched as Tobias drilled the men from the morning watch. He had them working with practice swords. A few were doing better. Still there would need to be a lot more training before I would put any of them into combat.The Windrunner lived up to her name. The quartermaster matched the course of the other vessel and slowly but surely gained on.