But… I want you to talk to me. No more secrets.’ I just stared into her eyes. I started to shake my head, in protest, but she turned toward me, br...inging her lips to mine. I felt something when her lips touched mine. I don’t know what it was, but I suddenly felt as if I could trust her, with my life, with my secrets, everything. I pulled away from her and, looking in her eyes, asked, ‘Why do you care so much?’ Her smile faded. I looked down at her hands for a moment and then, after a moment’s. She had seen the cuirassiers turn, collapse and scatter, the horse-plumed riders toppling off backwards from their steeds, dead before they hit the ground. Fatima wondered: who was leading such a sloppy attack against an army that should be so easy to beat? Where was wise Qaidu Khan? Where was iron Khutulun? She had watched, amazed, as the Kara-Khitan horsemen swept on, reckless of both their horses’ endurance and of their own lives, blindly crossing the ridge where the enemy lay. From her. Oh God, she was sucking and chewing my lips as if I was a Vietnam war hero and met my wife after 8 months. She was sucking my lips, thrusting her tongue inside my mouth, kissing my cheeks and I had no choice but to gently keep edging her towards the bed. Inch by inch we reached the bed, all the time she kissing and sucking me and finally we fell on the bed. Like a hungry lioness she took off my kurta, and slid open my pyjama. I tried to make her remove her saree, but she wouldn’t let me. Within. She listened to all of the stories but told them she didn't believe in ghosts and that stuff. She found out the game earlier was a game called Cards against Humanity. After a while though she decided to chill out and wind down in her room. Brie was laying on her bed in a bra and panties thinking about her change in life and began to doze off. In her dream she found herself with a handsome man with rugged chiseled features, she didn't recognize him but his hands were all over her exploring her.