”Smythe blew out his moustaches irritably and resisted the urge to touch his chest again. Vayani, the guardian of the forests - a bloody Titan! - ha...d given him a single yellow daisy as a sign that she ‘wanted him,’ whatever that meant. Solovir had prattled on about it for an hour after, saying this and that about honors and such. Induin and Liaren had been much the same. It was not that she was an unappealing creature - she was one of the most beautiful things he’d ever laid eyes upon - but she. Olga and I were traveling extra light and our tiny backpacks held just some toilet articles and a change of clothing. I knew I had to either lose the little pistol before reaching the Air Force Base or turn it over to Olga waiting outside. I was not all that happy about that for several reasons including the fact I was not entirely secure in trusting the pretty girl was indeed an ally and not a potential threat.We were safely onboard the bus and pulling out when I saw a Carabineri van pull up. There was a house not too far from the mine in Canada. It took them an hour to navigate past the border and into Canada.Their goal was a house not too far from the mine exit. It would take them at least an hour to wend their way through the dark and trecherous mine.A million thoughts ran through Cynthia's mind as she was dragged by two hefty men. 'Am I going to die? What are they going to do it me? Why am I the one being pulled in the dark against my will?' That and many other things popped in. Und ehrlich gesagt hatte ich schon immer ältere Frauen attraktiver gefunden als junge Hüpfer. Was möglicherweise daran lag, dass ich meine Unschuld an die Mutter eines Freundes -- heute würde man so etwas eine MILF nennen -- verloren hatte. Meine Bekanntschaft mit Birgit war allerdings im letzten Jahr doch recht eng geworden. Ihr wesentlich älterer Mann war nach langer Krankheit gestorben. Nun eignete ich mich nicht unbedingt als Tröster -- das übernahm meine Frau -- aber nach seinem Tod.