I knew that she was just an image on a T.V. screen,but I reached out to her just the same,as I watched Gretchen try to smooth the wrinkles from her st...ained and rumpled skirt. My own sobs burst forth when I realized she could hardly walk on legs that refused to hold her up!"Why are You showing Me this?" I wailed."Dear,Boy. Didn't You ever wonder where Gretchen gets her ideas? She really is quite the filthy,little bitch,You know. Loves getting fucked up the ass! Just loves it! You think those. I hope to see you tonight.She sighed and stretched. She could admit she had been looking forward to waking up together but knew Nathaniel would be eager to report back to Cailan. It left her with a day to herself – a rare luxury – and she was determined not to waste it. She jumped up and dressed quickly, eating a brief meal of rations from her pack. There was still a small pile of ale-soaked clothing in the corner, and she gathered it up with a wrinkled nose.Nathaniel’s tent had been. Defiling the underwear in a white slur. Mmmh, he felt satisfied. He had needed this. Watching himself in the mirror above the sink as the rush passed away, he realized what he had done. “What if this was Emma’s?” Was the first thing that went through his mind, “What do I do with it now?” was the second. Many more followed, as a flock of guilt stormed through his mind. He figured he had to get rid of the evidence. Pulling up his pants and he wrapped the soiled panties into a ball. He peeked. Your eyes sore from hours of relentless tears and unyielding sleep, he looks over his shoulder to make sure you are okay. With a smile he looks back at the last candle on the floor, lighting it he straightens, tucks the lighter into his pocket and makes his way over to you.Without any effort he lifts your fragile figure up out of the chair and carries you to the bed, there he lays you atop the silken covers.As you both stare into each others eyes you feel your heart skip a beat. Finally; your.