" "You must have thoughts of your own regarding all these trips we have youflying us on," she changed the subject with another thoughtful glance atEar...th. "Only an idiot wouldn't have, Yotori-Sama," I returned with a shrug."Relations between Spacers in general and Mother Earth are deterioratingat a frightening pace. I know the other pilots who fly their own bossesto these meetings, and even know who those bosses are. Everyone isworried about the way things are going. It would only make sense. Your hands were quick at work on his pants as his hands decided to do the same to your own. You hooked one of your legs around his waist as you pressed against him making a little grunt escape his lips. You smirked grinding painfully slow as he growled lightly looking down at you."That's not very nice Yami." he said as you smiled innocently stopping your actions."Then ravish me already." you purred as he smirked taking off your panties then his boxers."As you wish." he said plunging deep inside. She told me earlier that she had never had a man in her life, can you imagine that?”“Go get Michael and go hide out on the trail.“Jake, you look good in your leggings and breech-clout. You remind me of a legend of olden times I heard of as a young brave. There was this boy who was about to become a warrior. His hair was white as snow and his hair grew all over his belly and chest like you. He was called The Ghost Warrior and he grew up big and tall and loved the women of all the northern. Then, gradually things began to change and the old resentments of authority and the differences of religion began to eat away at the rapport. The Catholic girls began to ignore the uniformed men in fear of being considered informers for the other side. The shopkeepers treated even the most unbiased of military men with a distain that emphasized their lack of welcome. Eventually, the assigned troops became an extension of the Protestant side of the conflict more by unintended accident rather.