With all the adrenaline in his system, he barely felt it. But he did feel the coldness of death as a smelly female Viking grabbed him by the hair and... slid her knife across his throat. An Arkadian Wildcat foolishly tried to leap the gap. She didn’t make it and slid down to the bottom. She squealed like a stuck pig as a heavy Clan spear crunched though the small of her back, pinning her to the ground. A girl with her hair tied in a ponytail with a red bow yelped in fear as a rough hand. She wore a white dress that stood out like a flare in the dimly-lit exhibit hall, and held in her hand a…a walking-stick of some sort? What kind of amateur smash-and-grab moron was this girl? Did she really plan to just walk up and break open the case, without anyone the wiser? The girl held up the walking stick in front of her. It seemed to taper towards the top, from a perfect circle to a chunky, carved square. Yelena couldn’t quite make out the carvings from this angle, though. She tensed,. A smile touches your lips and your mouth dives to the first nipple, teasing it with you tongue. You suck hard forcing a loud moan from my lips, my eyes fly open and you look at me with that seductive smile while you torture my other nipple, watching me gasping for air and moaning louder and longer.You told me that you will imprint yourself on my soul...You always say that I'm yours...You've learn't the secrets of my body and are teaching me who is master of it. You know what your doing to me. " Thanks, Terry, though that wasn't what Pete meant and you know it. For your information, I got engaged last week, so I'm afraid I'm unavailable."He grinned and shrugged. "Ah, well, it was worth a try." How are you at heights?" I'm okay – done some climbing." That's good. Spritsail barges don't usually need a lot of climbing, not like square-rigged ships, but the tops'l needs to be dealt with, and sometimes blocks jam and climbing is necessary. I can do it, but I'm not keen. Let's get up to.