"2567-18" - читать интересную книгу автора (Jerome Bigge - Warlady 5 - The Warlady Of Dularn)"THE WARLADY OF DULARN" 2567 A.D.! By Jerome Bigge Chapter Eighteen "If Darlanis......," Carol said to me with a nod of her head as I dashed up to her to demand an "explanation" of why she had just sprayed everyone aboard the Cleolantis with the same flamma- ble oil we had just used to destroy Sarnian Lady. My wife having kept her "wits" about her while the rest of us, so "awed" by the destruction of Sarnian Lady, had not "considered" what Darlanis might "do" to us in her fury. Even "bare handed", the survivors from the trireme, now only a mass of burning embers, could have easily overcome everyone aboard, as we were outnumbered by almost eight to one by those from the Imperial battleship! At the mo- ment however, Darlanis was doing nothing more than going about the deck, trying to "help" her people as she could, and giving "grace" to those who were far too badly burned to survive! I saw Maris Marn there at her side, both for the time only being con- cerned with the horrible suffering lying there before them! I watched the sharks moving among the burning embers that were the last remains of Sarnian Lady, watched them take bodies, the water swirling, bloody as they feasted. The "horror" of the scene like something out a "nightmare". A "nightmare" my own wife had made! "Darlanis wouldn't have hurt you!" Sharon sobbed, the tears rolling down her burned cheeks as she stumbled among through the "survivors" from Sarnian Lady now packed together on the vastly overburdened Cleolantis' deck to stand before us. "I told her you, you.....," the rest only meaningless sobbing as the Princess broke completely down then. Darlanis then at her side, taking her in her arms, her own beautiful azure eyes now filled now with pure hatred as they met our own! I was thankful that her burns were not serious, although I had no doubt that they were painful. Darlanis' attire such that it had offered her little "protection" from the flames. Carol stood at my side, the blazing torch ready in her hand, a sword at her hip. A cocked crossbow at her feet. I would have "hesitated" to kill a woman like Darlanis. Carol wouldn't. That is, I think, "why" she is the "Warlady" she is.* * It is also "why" I think women have not ever been "used" in warfare to any great degree until in the 21st Century where they took their place alongside men. Janet Rogers was, I understand, not a woman you wanted to "cross paths with". Women, unlike men as a rule, do not subscribe to the same "rules of fair play" that men do. I speak here of women who are not `of the Warrioresses'. Carol's later "comment" to Maris on this topic reveals much. One may draw what "conclusions" that they wish from all this. (R.S.) Sharon was no longer the "budding" teenage "delight" she'd been when we'd seen her last "shocking" her step mother with the "briefness" of her bikinis. Lorraine being a bit "strait laced" when it came to such! She is in that respect somewhat "Dularni- an" in her own "traits". One might note here that Dularnians also "believe" that one should be "emotionally ready" for sex be- fore first experiencing it. It is perhaps a more "intelligent" view than that the people of our time had towards such "matters". It is not unknown here in Dularn for young women to be placed in a sort of "chastity belt" when they go out on a date with a young man. The design of these such that it prevents intercourse, but does not otherwise prevent the girl from "playing around" a bit! I am told that these came into use in the 21st Century, but there is a lot of "myth" and "legend" here that makes it impossible to ever determine the truth, although Lorraine claims that she has read novels written in that era that do mention such "devices"!!! "When Lorraine returns...," Darlanis muttered threateningly, her voice "tight" with pain. Her burns were no doubt quite pain- ful. We had "little" in the line of medical supplies. Sarnian Lady was now only a mass of burning embers on the bosom of the sea. A few blacked, burned bodies floating among them. I esti- mated that the Imperials had "lost" a fourth of their numbers. I supposed terror and panic had "accounted" for many of these. Some of course had drowned. I also knew too that there would have been a lot more yet but for Darlanis' "courage", her abili- ties to "command" under "fire". I wondered too as Maris stood at her side if she would have done as "well" had the positions been reversed? I still greatly "admire" Darlanis even if she is still nothing but "trouble" for us Dularnians, although I suspect now that Princess Tara has a "hand" in things once again after she "escaped" from the Nevadas and fled to a safe "asylum" in Mexico. "She will find that Dularn has a `Warlady'," Carol answered. "You will also find that your coastline is more `vulnerable' than ours," my wife added, standing there before the Imperial monarch. "And we also have `allies' where you least expect to find them." Carol is also a good public speaker, being quite "quick-witted". More so I think than is the Queen of Dularn, our own Maris Marn. "Are you `what' Sharon says you `are'?" Darlanis asked then. "`Welcome to the Twentieth Century'." Carol spoke, indicat- ing with a nod of her head the smoldering remains now drifting on the waves. "A century where `war' was truly `war'," Carol added. The "implications" of her words not being "lost" upon Darlanis, who nodded in reply. Her eyes, a beautiful azure, burning "hot"! "I am not unfamiliar with the traditions of your era," Dar- lanis answered in cold level tones. I don't think she quite un- derstood just what my wife "implied" here, but it didn't matter. "We `were' from the Twentieth Century," I informed Darlanis. "I have Lorraine, Maris has what she now has," she replied. I think Darlanis would called Carol a "name", but thought better of it just then. Carol is not a "Princess Tara" by any means al- though the Imperials did one time rather hint that she was such. "You are truly `She-Ra'," I then said to Darlanis as she stood there holding Sharon in her arms. "I am sorry that we must be enemies." Darlanis' eyes blazed into mine. I don't think she "understood" just then what I was trying to say to her now. In a way I think she is one that I shall always "admire" regardless of the fact she can also be a royal "pain in the neck" at times too! The North Star came sailing up over the horizon shortly af- terwards, perhaps "drawn" by the black smoke that had risen up into the azure blue vault of the sky. Maris had ordered medical supplies sent over as soon as it was possible to lower a boat. I understood "how" she felt about all this. How Darlanis felt too! They were much like the Japanese after the atomic bombs had been dropped. Suddenly their own "world" was not longer the "same"! They had been like children "playing" their "games", and suddenly now they had seen the "True Face of War", and neither liked it!!! "It will be necessary to destroy Lorraine's airplane, kill the birds before they can be used against us," I "informed" Queen Maris as the Queen of Dularn silently regarded my wife from those beautiful emerald eyes of hers. She had a more "feminine" face than did Darlanis, I noticed. Carol says Maris reminds her some- what of Katherine Kelly Lang, (Brooke Logan, BOLD AND BEAUTIFUL) a soap opera actress of the 20th Century. Darlanis had been al- lowed to go "free" with her people, perhaps because none of us wanted to add to their "suffering" any further just then. I sup- pose it was a "mistake" we all paid for later on, but at the time I think Maris would have refused to entertain any other "idea". Carol had put on a little "archery demostration" before we left the Cleolantis for the North Star. I had watched her put a half dozen arrows into a target the span of a man's hand the length of the Cleolantis in the space of half a minute. I don't think any- one on the ships had ever seen that "done" before. I think Dar- lanis "understood" then how easily she could have been killed. Carol being to archery almost what Lorraine is to swordsmanship. She came in "second" at the "GAMES", but it was a close "call". She told me later that she had a "bad release" on a couple when the arrow "went" before she had it "aimed" where she wanted it. I suspect a case of "nerves" as there were thousands watching. "That will require a direct attack on her estate," Maris re- plied, glancing at her first officer, who nodded. "She will not `forgive' you for that either." our Queen pointed out in reply. The sun was now low on the horizon there in the west. The glow- ing orange orb visible through the salt stained half opened stern windows. The cabin, I noted, was austere for a woman. Not what one might expect for a Queen's to be either. La-ra knelt to one side, waiting to be of "service". The North Star was rolling gently on the swell as we laid hove to. We had already made a deadly enemy out of Darlanis, and now we would do the "same" with Lorraine. I wondered if Maris would agree it was "necessary" to "deprive" Lorraine of her airplane before she used it against us. True, she had been "warned" by the Priestesses of Lys not to do so, but how would she "react" when she saw Darlanis and Sharon? I hated to see Black Lady destroyed, but I saw no other "choice"! "The airplane is a serious `threat' to you," I pointed out. I had no doubts now that Lorraine would be furious at us for what we'd done to Darlanis, especially as Sharon herself had been "in- volved". I recalled what Lorraine's "reaction" had been before. Carol sat silently at my side, keeping her "opinions" to herself for the moment. I knew "word" of what we had done had spread throughout the ship. "Even if she does not use it to `bomb' you, she can still use it to guide her own ships into a position to capture you," I said. We had no defenses against aerial attack. "I had once hoped for `peace'," Maris said, her eyes holding mine. We were going to make this war a lot more "nastier" now! I already knew that there were a lot of people on both sides who wanted to see an "end" to this conflict just as soon as possible! I suspected this might be the best way to see an "end" to it now! We had to force Darlanis to negotiate, to see that she could not continue to hold on to a part of Dularn and claim it as "hers"! All we "wanted" from Darlanis was free elections in the "disputed territories". An end to this constant "raiding" back and forth. "We should have kept Darlanis and Sharon," Carol spoke then. "I think you are a true...`Warlady'," Maris said to my wife. The tone of the Queen's voice was not too "complimentary" either. Maris was "angry". I think "scared" a bit of Carol too now. I could understand her feelings. My wife was no longer the "same" as she had been back in the 20th Century. She was "hard" now, almost like "another" I had once known. I did not find these new qualities quite as "desirable" as I once "believed" that I would. I saw the two officers of the North Star "glance" at each other. I recalled that they had perhaps once seen Lorraine herself here. "I believe in winning wars, settling the issue," Carol said. The tone of her voice left no doubt what she thought of all this. `War' is not a `sport' with `rules', a 'referee'," Carol snapped. "And you'd better decide right now if you want to `win' or not!" Earlier Maris had mentioned something to her of the Caste Codes. Carol had retorted that "War is not a `game' that children play"! "Carol has been `abused', `mistreated', almost killed by the people of this time, and neither of us asked to be here," I said. We were but "pawns" in a great chess game played out by "others". I wondered if even Tais really "knew" what was going on here. In Darlanis' book there is the "notation" by Aurora that the Priest- esses themselves were but a part of a greater organization. Did some hideous alien being, even more "alien" than a Lorr, make the "decisions" in matters like this? I thought of the "flying sau- cers" men had once seen back in our own era. Were they all Lorr? "Lady Tirana and Keri are to come to no harm," Carol then interjected. The golden links of her neck chain glistening about her throat. Carol had "spoken" as a Warrioress so "speaks", de- spite Maris' own royal rank. I suspected that those aboard the North Star understood "who" was truly in command now. Maris was still its "captain", but the "use" to which the ship would be "put" was now a "decision" that Carol and I would make, and only "we" would make. I suspected that Maris now "preferred" it that way too. She is a very "nice" woman in a way. Not really in my opinion a "fighter". Not a "Lorraine", or a "Darlanis", or even a "Carol"! On the other hand she is pretty "competent" at times! "A life of `adventure'," I smiled at Carol as I reached up to her, helping her down into the longboat beside me, taking the Dularnian compound bow from her, setting it down there beside us as she took her place with me. My wife's face as "black" as that of any Negro. Maris there in the stern of the other boat, the "whaleboat", was giving orders to those left aboard. The black painted North Star only a darker shadow there in the darkness as we now scraped and bumped up against the hull of the three masted schooner. There were but few stars, no moon. My wife now was wearing the tunic and hose of the Warrioress, attire I thought "fitting" considering what she had now "become" here in this new land we'd been teleported to by the mysterious Tais. I had se- lected one of the Dularnian crossbows for myself. I am a "rifle- man", not an "archer" like my wife. The crossbow was more like the rifles of my era. I considered it "adequate" for the task. "I always needed a `Warlady'," Maris spoke there in the darkness, settling down beside us, taking her boat's tiller. Her hair at Carol's order had been dyed black. We were all attired in black, our faces now blackened at my wife's order. I thought again of "another". Dularn now had its own "Lorraine Richards"! "You have `one' now," I said, putting my arm around Carol. I had great deal of confidence in my "Warlady" sitting beside me. My wife reaching out there in the darkness, "caressing me", al- though half an hour of "69" with Carol had left me pretty well "drained" and "limp". I had "clung" to her, "licking her dry", "needing her" then as I've seldom ever "needed" her in the past. The North Star taking up the "slack", giving us a "jerk" as the ship started pulling the boats there through the black water. I had made the suggestion that this might be a better method than a long row in from out at sea, while at the same time the the ship could thus offer its own "covering fire" for the landing party. "I don't know what I would `do' without you," Carol spoke softly, in a low whisper that "others" might not "overhear". It is not something that you wish to "think" about. I knew earlier Carol had said that "if she `fell'", I should "consider" Maris. I didn't like to think about what life would be without Carol. I will admit that Queen Maris is a beautiful woman, and that I do "admire" her considerably, but she is not "Carol". Not my Carol. I can't conceive of Maris doing all those "little things" that Carol does. Those little "teases" and "tricks" that my wife does that makes life with her the erotic delight that it is. There is, I think, only one "Lorraine". Only one "Darlanis". And there is, I am "sure" now, only one "Carol". Sorry about that, Maris, but you are just not Carol and you never will be. On the other hand I think someday you will find a man who will love you just as I love my Carol. Who you will delight as Carol does me! And I think you too, Keri, will also someday find your "Warrior"! "THE WARLADY OF DULARN" 2567 A.D.! By Jerome Bigge Chapter Eighteen "If Darlanis......," Carol said to me with a nod of her head as I dashed up to her to demand an "explanation" of why she had just sprayed everyone aboard the Cleolantis with the same flamma- ble oil we had just used to destroy Sarnian Lady. My wife having kept her "wits" about her while the rest of us, so "awed" by the destruction of Sarnian Lady, had not "considered" what Darlanis might "do" to us in her fury. Even "bare handed", the survivors from the trireme, now only a mass of burning embers, could have easily overcome everyone aboard, as we were outnumbered by almost eight to one by those from the Imperial battleship! At the mo- ment however, Darlanis was doing nothing more than going about the deck, trying to "help" her people as she could, and giving "grace" to those who were far too badly burned to survive! I saw Maris Marn there at her side, both for the time only being con- cerned with the horrible suffering lying there before them! I watched the sharks moving among the burning embers that were the last remains of Sarnian Lady, watched them take bodies, the water swirling, bloody as they feasted. The "horror" of the scene like something out a "nightmare". A "nightmare" my own wife had made! "Darlanis wouldn't have hurt you!" Sharon sobbed, the tears rolling down her burned cheeks as she stumbled among through the "survivors" from Sarnian Lady now packed together on the vastly overburdened Cleolantis' deck to stand before us. "I told her you, you.....," the rest only meaningless sobbing as the Princess broke completely down then. Darlanis then at her side, taking her in her arms, her own beautiful azure eyes now filled now with pure hatred as they met our own! I was thankful that her burns were not serious, although I had no doubt that they were painful. Darlanis' attire such that it had offered her little "protection" from the flames. Carol stood at my side, the blazing torch ready in her hand, a sword at her hip. A cocked crossbow at her feet. I would have "hesitated" to kill a woman like Darlanis. Carol wouldn't. That is, I think, "why" she is the "Warlady" she is.* * It is also "why" I think women have not ever been "used" in warfare to any great degree until in the 21st Century where they took their place alongside men. Janet Rogers was, I understand, not a woman you wanted to "cross paths with". Women, unlike men as a rule, do not subscribe to the same "rules of fair play" that men do. I speak here of women who are not `of the Warrioresses'. Carol's later "comment" to Maris on this topic reveals much. One may draw what "conclusions" that they wish from all this. (R.S.) Sharon was no longer the "budding" teenage "delight" she'd been when we'd seen her last "shocking" her step mother with the "briefness" of her bikinis. Lorraine being a bit "strait laced" when it came to such! She is in that respect somewhat "Dularni- an" in her own "traits". One might note here that Dularnians also "believe" that one should be "emotionally ready" for sex be- fore first experiencing it. It is perhaps a more "intelligent" view than that the people of our time had towards such "matters". It is not unknown here in Dularn for young women to be placed in a sort of "chastity belt" when they go out on a date with a young man. The design of these such that it prevents intercourse, but does not otherwise prevent the girl from "playing around" a bit! I am told that these came into use in the 21st Century, but there is a lot of "myth" and "legend" here that makes it impossible to ever determine the truth, although Lorraine claims that she has read novels written in that era that do mention such "devices"!!! "When Lorraine returns...," Darlanis muttered threateningly, her voice "tight" with pain. Her burns were no doubt quite pain- ful. We had "little" in the line of medical supplies. Sarnian Lady was now only a mass of burning embers on the bosom of the sea. A few blacked, burned bodies floating among them. I esti- mated that the Imperials had "lost" a fourth of their numbers. I supposed terror and panic had "accounted" for many of these. Some of course had drowned. I also knew too that there would have been a lot more yet but for Darlanis' "courage", her abili- ties to "command" under "fire". I wondered too as Maris stood at her side if she would have done as "well" had the positions been reversed? I still greatly "admire" Darlanis even if she is still nothing but "trouble" for us Dularnians, although I suspect now that Princess Tara has a "hand" in things once again after she "escaped" from the Nevadas and fled to a safe "asylum" in Mexico. "She will find that Dularn has a `Warlady'," Carol answered. "You will also find that your coastline is more `vulnerable' than ours," my wife added, standing there before the Imperial monarch. "And we also have `allies' where you least expect to find them." Carol is also a good public speaker, being quite "quick-witted". More so I think than is the Queen of Dularn, our own Maris Marn. "Are you `what' Sharon says you `are'?" Darlanis asked then. "`Welcome to the Twentieth Century'." Carol spoke, indicat- ing with a nod of her head the smoldering remains now drifting on the waves. "A century where `war' was truly `war'," Carol added. The "implications" of her words not being "lost" upon Darlanis, who nodded in reply. Her eyes, a beautiful azure, burning "hot"! "I am not unfamiliar with the traditions of your era," Dar- lanis answered in cold level tones. I don't think she quite un- derstood just what my wife "implied" here, but it didn't matter. "We `were' from the Twentieth Century," I informed Darlanis. "I have Lorraine, Maris has what she now has," she replied. I think Darlanis would called Carol a "name", but thought better of it just then. Carol is not a "Princess Tara" by any means al- though the Imperials did one time rather hint that she was such. "You are truly `She-Ra'," I then said to Darlanis as she stood there holding Sharon in her arms. "I am sorry that we must be enemies." Darlanis' eyes blazed into mine. I don't think she "understood" just then what I was trying to say to her now. In a way I think she is one that I shall always "admire" regardless of the fact she can also be a royal "pain in the neck" at times too! The North Star came sailing up over the horizon shortly af- terwards, perhaps "drawn" by the black smoke that had risen up into the azure blue vault of the sky. Maris had ordered medical supplies sent over as soon as it was possible to lower a boat. I understood "how" she felt about all this. How Darlanis felt too! They were much like the Japanese after the atomic bombs had been dropped. Suddenly their own "world" was not longer the "same"! They had been like children "playing" their "games", and suddenly now they had seen the "True Face of War", and neither liked it!!! "It will be necessary to destroy Lorraine's airplane, kill the birds before they can be used against us," I "informed" Queen Maris as the Queen of Dularn silently regarded my wife from those beautiful emerald eyes of hers. She had a more "feminine" face than did Darlanis, I noticed. Carol says Maris reminds her some- what of Katherine Kelly Lang, (Brooke Logan, BOLD AND BEAUTIFUL) a soap opera actress of the 20th Century. Darlanis had been al- lowed to go "free" with her people, perhaps because none of us wanted to add to their "suffering" any further just then. I sup- pose it was a "mistake" we all paid for later on, but at the time I think Maris would have refused to entertain any other "idea". Carol had put on a little "archery demostration" before we left the Cleolantis for the North Star. I had watched her put a half dozen arrows into a target the span of a man's hand the length of the Cleolantis in the space of half a minute. I don't think any- one on the ships had ever seen that "done" before. I think Dar- lanis "understood" then how easily she could have been killed. Carol being to archery almost what Lorraine is to swordsmanship. She came in "second" at the "GAMES", but it was a close "call". She told me later that she had a "bad release" on a couple when the arrow "went" before she had it "aimed" where she wanted it. I suspect a case of "nerves" as there were thousands watching. "That will require a direct attack on her estate," Maris re- plied, glancing at her first officer, who nodded. "She will not `forgive' you for that either." our Queen pointed out in reply. The sun was now low on the horizon there in the west. The glow- ing orange orb visible through the salt stained half opened stern windows. The cabin, I noted, was austere for a woman. Not what one might expect for a Queen's to be either. La-ra knelt to one side, waiting to be of "service". The North Star was rolling gently on the swell as we laid hove to. We had already made a deadly enemy out of Darlanis, and now we would do the "same" with Lorraine. I wondered if Maris would agree it was "necessary" to "deprive" Lorraine of her airplane before she used it against us. True, she had been "warned" by the Priestesses of Lys not to do so, but how would she "react" when she saw Darlanis and Sharon? I hated to see Black Lady destroyed, but I saw no other "choice"! "The airplane is a serious `threat' to you," I pointed out. I had no doubts now that Lorraine would be furious at us for what we'd done to Darlanis, especially as Sharon herself had been "in- volved". I recalled what Lorraine's "reaction" had been before. Carol sat silently at my side, keeping her "opinions" to herself for the moment. I knew "word" of what we had done had spread throughout the ship. "Even if she does not use it to `bomb' you, she can still use it to guide her own ships into a position to capture you," I said. We had no defenses against aerial attack. "I had once hoped for `peace'," Maris said, her eyes holding mine. We were going to make this war a lot more "nastier" now! I already knew that there were a lot of people on both sides who wanted to see an "end" to this conflict just as soon as possible! I suspected this might be the best way to see an "end" to it now! We had to force Darlanis to negotiate, to see that she could not continue to hold on to a part of Dularn and claim it as "hers"! All we "wanted" from Darlanis was free elections in the "disputed territories". An end to this constant "raiding" back and forth. "We should have kept Darlanis and Sharon," Carol spoke then. "I think you are a true...`Warlady'," Maris said to my wife. The tone of the Queen's voice was not too "complimentary" either. Maris was "angry". I think "scared" a bit of Carol too now. I could understand her feelings. My wife was no longer the "same" as she had been back in the 20th Century. She was "hard" now, almost like "another" I had once known. I did not find these new qualities quite as "desirable" as I once "believed" that I would. I saw the two officers of the North Star "glance" at each other. I recalled that they had perhaps once seen Lorraine herself here. "I believe in winning wars, settling the issue," Carol said. The tone of her voice left no doubt what she thought of all this. `War' is not a `sport' with `rules', a 'referee'," Carol snapped. "And you'd better decide right now if you want to `win' or not!" Earlier Maris had mentioned something to her of the Caste Codes. Carol had retorted that "War is not a `game' that children play"! "Carol has been `abused', `mistreated', almost killed by the people of this time, and neither of us asked to be here," I said. We were but "pawns" in a great chess game played out by "others". I wondered if even Tais really "knew" what was going on here. In Darlanis' book there is the "notation" by Aurora that the Priest- esses themselves were but a part of a greater organization. Did some hideous alien being, even more "alien" than a Lorr, make the "decisions" in matters like this? I thought of the "flying sau- cers" men had once seen back in our own era. Were they all Lorr? "Lady Tirana and Keri are to come to no harm," Carol then interjected. The golden links of her neck chain glistening about her throat. Carol had "spoken" as a Warrioress so "speaks", de- spite Maris' own royal rank. I suspected that those aboard the North Star understood "who" was truly in command now. Maris was still its "captain", but the "use" to which the ship would be "put" was now a "decision" that Carol and I would make, and only "we" would make. I suspected that Maris now "preferred" it that way too. She is a very "nice" woman in a way. Not really in my opinion a "fighter". Not a "Lorraine", or a "Darlanis", or even a "Carol"! On the other hand she is pretty "competent" at times! "A life of `adventure'," I smiled at Carol as I reached up to her, helping her down into the longboat beside me, taking the Dularnian compound bow from her, setting it down there beside us as she took her place with me. My wife's face as "black" as that of any Negro. Maris there in the stern of the other boat, the "whaleboat", was giving orders to those left aboard. The black painted North Star only a darker shadow there in the darkness as we now scraped and bumped up against the hull of the three masted schooner. There were but few stars, no moon. My wife now was wearing the tunic and hose of the Warrioress, attire I thought "fitting" considering what she had now "become" here in this new land we'd been teleported to by the mysterious Tais. I had se- lected one of the Dularnian crossbows for myself. I am a "rifle- man", not an "archer" like my wife. The crossbow was more like the rifles of my era. I considered it "adequate" for the task. "I always needed a `Warlady'," Maris spoke there in the darkness, settling down beside us, taking her boat's tiller. Her hair at Carol's order had been dyed black. We were all attired in black, our faces now blackened at my wife's order. I thought again of "another". Dularn now had its own "Lorraine Richards"! "You have `one' now," I said, putting my arm around Carol. I had great deal of confidence in my "Warlady" sitting beside me. My wife reaching out there in the darkness, "caressing me", al- though half an hour of "69" with Carol had left me pretty well "drained" and "limp". I had "clung" to her, "licking her dry", "needing her" then as I've seldom ever "needed" her in the past. The North Star taking up the "slack", giving us a "jerk" as the ship started pulling the boats there through the black water. I had made the suggestion that this might be a better method than a long row in from out at sea, while at the same time the the ship could thus offer its own "covering fire" for the landing party. "I don't know what I would `do' without you," Carol spoke softly, in a low whisper that "others" might not "overhear". It is not something that you wish to "think" about. I knew earlier Carol had said that "if she `fell'", I should "consider" Maris. I didn't like to think about what life would be without Carol. I will admit that Queen Maris is a beautiful woman, and that I do "admire" her considerably, but she is not "Carol". Not my Carol. I can't conceive of Maris doing all those "little things" that Carol does. Those little "teases" and "tricks" that my wife does that makes life with her the erotic delight that it is. There is, I think, only one "Lorraine". Only one "Darlanis". And there is, I am "sure" now, only one "Carol". Sorry about that, Maris, but you are just not Carol and you never will be. On the other hand I think someday you will find a man who will love you just as I love my Carol. Who you will delight as Carol does me! And I think you too, Keri, will also someday find your "Warrior"! |
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