.. I'll do it. You stay there, Shanna. Keep him warm. I ... just a second!"His heart. His wonderful heart...It beat. She did hear it beat. She wasn't ...imagining it. Shanna raised her head. Anelie was beside her, the first aid kit Shanna had insisted each soldier and mount carry open on the ground beside her. Her friend, lover, was tying a tourniquet above Piotr's elbow, just as Shanna had taught her.She could save him. THEY could save him!"I..." Shanna forced herself upright, pushing aside the. I was almost certain she’d drawn blood across my back the way her nails clawed me there, but a quick glance in one of the mirrors only showed it to be reddened, like lines of hackles. I squeezed her ass cheeks as her hands danced down my torso.“Take me… NOW!” she whispered, and ravished my mouth with hers one more time before I picked her up then turned around to sit on the bench.We must’ve looked like two raging hormone teenagers in the back seat of a ’66 Cutlass F-85 as we maneuvered into the. We never officially sat down and said 'we're stopping now' any more than we consciously decided to start. We just don't." So if circumstances were different, you would still be seeing her?" I have never understood that question. If circumstances were different, circumstances would be different. I don't know what I would be doing. Probably not. She's in college in Boston, I'm here. If things were different, we likely wouddna got inta the whole mess." I cleared my throat and took a breath. "What. Indisbelief, I hoped that when I moved, the reflection wouldn'trespond. But it did. And it was painfully obvious that I was thereflection in the mirror. An amazingly beautiful young womanstared back at me. She was tall (about 5'-8" or so), thin, and hadthick wavy blonde hair. With tan skin setting off her radiant blueeyes, her features were the picture of sexual femininity. As myeyes moved downward, two massive breasts stretched my white T-shirt to its' limit. I raised my delicate hands.