” Shit, what am I talking about? “It always strikes me as … this kind of centre of sophistication.”“Then you’d fit right in.”“Oh … Y...ou think?” She’d giggle and blush and try to look demure in such moments, while he smiled benignly on her confusion. Each time her words threatened to falter he’d bear her up with some compliment or some inquiry that showed deeper interest. Her inhibitions in his presence were melting away so that she could talk more fluidly, laugh with him and be her relaxed. He asked and worked his way back up my body. He put more soap on his hands and washed my hips, he even reached around and washed my groin, causing me to sprout a chubbie, he diligently washed it, until I felt close and leaned back until felt something "meaty touch mu ass. My legs were spread, and my "friend" worked his hands in large circles on the globes of my ass, sliding each of his thumbs down the crack both gently poking into that most private area. First one, then the other, then he. Scudding clouds covered the sickle moon, and I felt safe from discovery unless I did something stupid.Before me on the floor of the English fort, wagons were being loaded and teams harnessed up, spare horses paraded everywhere, and, I noticed almost too late, it looked as if the sentries had been doubled. In the distance I could see large rowboats being pushed out into the mouth of the York. I was tempted to get back and report but decided to wait for the next act of this drama. Something was. 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 hear the healers whispering much too loudly, shall not be long from now!" Indeed the great Eorfleode.