Her face so peaceful, looking so much like a little girl with her freckle covered face. In the morning watching her as she sipped her coffee on the co...uch, her long legs pulled up to her chest, one foot resting on the other, holding the cup close to her letting it warm her. Then she would catch me staring at her and I would get ‘that’ look! She always thought my stares had to do with sex, that I was just looking at her because I wanted her. She never knew that I couldn’t stop staring because I. The French only had the things they wore or carried with them.Just before dawn the next morning, Sir Luc de Vienne summoned his commanders.“We cannot outrun Percy’s army. We will stand our ground here. Form up defenses, and prepare you men to meet the English face-to-face. There is no hiding the facts. We are outnumbered, starved, and exhausted, while the English are fresh and well supplied. We will all die here today. I am sorry to have brought you all here to this end, but I would rather die. “You’re so nasty,” she whispered, half joking.“And you love it,” I replied. Instead of an answer, she took the glass from my hands and drank, keeping it in her mouth for a bit and then swallowing the warm piss down. I watched her for a moment, then began to run my hand across her firm, cute little ass.She sat the glass down on the bar, still half full with the mysterious yellow liquid, and looked at me expectantly. I smiled and got up, shielding her back with my body from the crowd while I. I couldn’t believe that a red-blooded, American high school football team could handle any woman, no matter how butch, sharing the showers with them. It would dissolve into an orgy in no time. What sort of girl was this Dominique? ‘She’s part of the team, and she insists on being treated just the same as everyone else,’ my escort said flatly. ‘Her father donates a lot of money for our uniforms and equipment and stuff, so she’s earned certain privileges.’ ‘Ok. I’d better meet her,’ I said..