Again one of the maidens stroked her nipples to bring them to attention and make them visible under the velvet. Two prominences which formed the focal... points of the dress.Long velvet gloves were added to the ensemble and her hair brushed back behind her shoulders enhancing the line of her throat."Here." One hand maiden handed the woman a small yellow flower, which she pinned over one breast, her fingers trembling with the excitement, it perfectly complemented the dress and her. My adrenalin was flowing freely, so I was ready to continue fighting if I'd had to, but, intellectually, I was damned happy that the fight was over.The first thing I did was to reload my weapons. After that, I walked out to check on the enemy. By this time, they were all dead, including that horse that I had only wounded earlier. I didn't take any loot from this fight except for some .44-40 cartridges one of the Indians had in a pouch. The rifles were all in such sad shape from never having. Lizzy, as she insisted I call her, was funny, unconventional and a brilliant story-teller. I loved her.FridayFirst Officer Portia Carlton thanked the Ordinary Wren who had driven us and we both stepped out into the cold spring air. We had been driven a few miles from the radar station we worked in to the estate where Carlton’s mother lived in the New Forest. The car had deposited us outside the lodge rather than the main house which was barely visible at the end of a long, curving drive.During. She opened the camera application and made sure that the angle would capture the bed as well as the mirror, then she pressed record and turned the screen off. She did the same with her phone on the nightstand, though due to the yawning and general grogginess, the placement lacked the expert placement her laptop had. She felt her consciousness slipping. Time to get into position. Anna slipped out of her robe, and crawled onto the bed. Seeing as she'd lose consciousness no matter what, she chose.