You check yourself one last time, for the hundredth time, smooth your skirt, sigh, and smirk at yourself…thoughts of possibilities swirling through ...your head. Naturally I do the same before knocking on your door, making sure everything is out of place, thus in place, smooth the collar of my black button down shirt with thin white pin stripes, sigh, and smirk to myself…thoughts of possibilities flooding my head. As I knock, you open, and there we are, only a screen door between us,. I started touching her hand stomach more frequently.She too was also getting comfortable with my touch. I knew I must strike now or I’ll lose my opportunity. Finally, I held her hand tight and kept our hand in the middle of her thigh near her navel where I can easily touch it. In Dhaka, roads are a nightmare and lot of holes in it. So I took my car in a hole.She shook with a big jerk I pretend to hold her as does not fall. But, in this opportunity, I put my hand on her breast and pushed her to. She was kissing him, without his bending at all to make it easier. Then, his tongue touched hers, and everything got hotter.The heat spread from her mouth which he was ravishing and from her breasts pressed against his hairy chest. It pooled in the depths of her belly. She felt his organ twitch against her belly. Something hot leaked from it onto her skin. She had never really seen that organ, and he kept saying that she owned him. If so, she had the right to inspect her property.“I have not. Hassika answered before Roban did.“You were right, although we’re guarding Athea, the Matassaja; we’re here to fight the Manthakin. The connection between the Amazons and Athea is actually simple. I never was a very strong believer in things outside this world. The bond between the Goddess Nyome and us amazons was just a symbolic gesture to me. What happened since Athea and Roban arrived at our village taught me a new view of the world and my place in it. Athea is the daughter of Nyome, as much.