She recognised now how happy she’d been during the time Glade and Chief Cave Lion were absent. She’d enjoyed the regular evening camaraderie with ...the other villagers around the blazing fires. She’d risen well to the challenge of being the village shaman and Ptarmigan had done well as the Chief’s deputy. And now what did the rest of her life have to offer? Would she and Ptarmigan once again be compelled to share the Chief’s semen together? Would Glade continue to share her body with whomsoever. I was rested, warmed up and had a goal in mind. My first stop would be an embassy. I was going to notify my Mom that I was still alive and coming to her. I packed the left over meat and a bottle of water in the sling bag that the man had left for me. I wished he was still around so I could thank him for all the things he did for me.Thought the winds were still powerful, I managed easily to reach altitude and speed. The weather had cleared so I was able to make good speed now. Soon I was. I slammed my beer and then spent five minutes watching her with her drink and watching the guys in the bar watch her. Several guys were either readjusting their hard-ons or rubbing their cocks under the table. I didn't blame them, I thought of retreating to the bathroom and rubbing one out myself.She finished her drink and got up. When she did she intentionally dropped her pen, she then slowly bent down to pick it up, wiggling her ass for every man to see. "Let's go dear", she said. We left.As. He was tan and handsome, a hungry smile framed by short-trimmed, dark goatee. He held up his hands, making a rectangle with his thumbs and pointer fingers, framing me between them."What are you doing?" I giggled. "It's silly." You are gorgeous," the man said. "I'm Gerard." He pulled a card from his pocket and handed it over. It read: Gerard Kelly, Photographer with a motto, "Transforming beauty into perfection." I'm Alice," I smiled, then held the babydoll up to me. "Do you think this would.