Trick riding
                             Chapter VIII : About the Tuileries and My fair Lady...
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 

                    Duo huffed heavily, letting himself fall on the ageless couch, gazing absently at the tapestries on the ancient walls. "Q-man... Heero caught Dorothy's laptop's signal. It doesn't exactly looks like her to be so obvious..."

"She wants to play with us." Quatre replied as coldly as he could, but the slight quiver in his voice betrayed his confusion.

"We'll play then."

They all turn to stare at Trowa, leaning against a wall, his face wearing an icy expression only matched by Heero's.

Wufei observed his four colleagues calmly. What a mess. He had always thought that it was good fighting for a cause, but lethal to let your emotions get in the way too much. And look at the quatuor. He was amazed at how Heero seemed to be the only one really drawn by professional motives, in this affair, and at how clueless his friends seem to be of their own blindness. They would stand there for hours, taking stern face and claiming to work in the interest of Preventers and Preventers only.

He felt like bursting out laughing. It was priceless, for once, he was more skilled in relationship than another -three others, no less- human beings, including the almighty friendly Quatre Raberba Winner. Who could have thought it would ever happen? Though he would never admit it, he cared about hem all, deeply, even Maxwell, a little bit. But they were pathetic. They needed a little kicking.

"Sooo..." He sighed, "Where did the signal come from?"

"Last time I checked it was located in French Switzerland, Mâcon." Heero stated blankly.

"If she wanted to stay there she would have stopped in Italian or German Switzerland, less customs control... So we can guess she will cross the frontier." Quatre thought out loud.

"France?" Trowa asked, cocking an eyebrow.

"The taxes are obscene, but once in, with a few contacts, she'll be safe." Quatre went on.

"Safe?? SAFE??" Duo shouted, nearly bouncing off the ceiling.

"The police are one of the most 'understanding' and one of the weakest* on Earth..." Quatre explained.

"Crooked?" Heero simply asked.

"Not exactly, they don't receive that much money, they just have already enough to do with their corsican and basque nationalists." Trowa pursued.

"No special forces?" Heero chuckled.

"It's a small country, the government's protection comes first." Quatre smiled sheepishly.

"You mean they probably already know she's there for dirty business, but they will close their eyes... Because they don't care??" Duo choked.

"As long as she doesn't set a bomb, she's certainly welcome." Quatre finished.

"No help from the local authorities, then. Not even for Preventers?" Heero replied, fingering one of the numerous guns he had found in the manor.

"Oficially, they're ‘always pleased to be of assistance’, but you know how it works," Quatre sighed, "They'll send us some lousy officer..."

"Do we have any contacts, at least?" Duo asked, like a pouting child.

"I have some... But none of them is in the unofficial circuits, and I can't risk the lives of civilians." Quatre shrugged, sitting on the couch near Duo.

"What about you Trowa? Don't you have some kind of link to Europ?" Wufei asked, opening his eyes for the first time during the conversation.

"We went there for a few operations, when I was kid, but I don't think I have any contacts left. It was during the war, anyway, we weren't in those 'unofficial circuits'." He answered.

Wufei smirked. All. So professional. "Ah. I see. Of course, I know somebody who probably has an idea..."

He barely had the time to finish his sentence, as Trowa dashed out of the room, before coming back dragging agressively a wincing Midii. The four men stared at the scene, all tacitly agreeing that she was going to have a long night, and gave her stern looks as he almost threw her on te couch, gesturing to duo to keep a close eye on her.

"It's a game." Heero began.

"Yeah, a riddle game!" Duo grinned ominously.

Midii shifted uncomfortably. What were they up to? Trowa wouldn't help her, for sure, maybe he would even help them make it worse, and although she knew Winner wouldn't allow them to harm her, she highly doubted he was up to face four of his fellow ex-Gundam pilots, all by himself.

Oh... God.

"Let's suppose," Wufei said thoughtfully, "Let's suppose I want to build discretly a Gundam, in a small country. Where do I go?"

Midii stared at him warily, before answering professionally, "Nassau, Mount Elizabeth, Liechtenstein, Dubai, Reunion Island, Canary Island, Wales, Fangataufa, Hoedic Island-"

"Stop." Trowa snapped. "The last one may interest us."

"Hoedic Island?" Quatre asked.

"France. Atlantic ocean." Midii said softly.

"Well well well!! I'll finally have the chance to meet your boss then!" Duo chirped gleefully.

"Why this place particularly?" Heero asked, or more exactly glared, in order to obtain a quicker answer.

"It's desert, it's almost forgotten, the weather is awful. Trust me, even if you built an army of gundam there, No plane would spot anything through the permanent fog, the waves and the drizzle. Not to mention that the wind makes it difficult to access, be it by boat or by plane." Midii explained.

"And who could we contact there?" Quatre asked, in a softer tone.

"No one. There is three fishermen and five gulls on this island..." She shrugged.

"Don't give us this shit!" Duo bawled, "Who?"

"Well..." She whispered, "I guess there are a few people in Paris who have the money, for such a building site..."

"Who?" Trowa asked coldly.

"I don't have recent names, just hang around in the bars on Pigalle street and wave some bills, it should enough to awaken the bats..." She conclued.

"That's little information." Heero remarked.

"That's little analysis." she retorted insolently.
 

They exchange cold stares, before Trowa dragged out of the room with as much conviction as he had before. She was forced to run, as he walked along the dark corridors. "Don't expect me to say anything." He hissed, "You don't know how much you've lost yet."

"Tr-"

"We're leaving tonight. As I told you, we'll put a stop to this, but we'll hand yoo two over to Interpol as soon as we'll be in France. Keep your saliva for the judges. "

Something in his words broke her soul. She was wrong, but she wasn't cruel. He was.

"Pardon?" She yelled, extracting herself painfully from his iron grip, "Pardon? Could you do it again? 'Keep your saliva??' That's not what you seemed to say last night!! Who the hell do you think you are... No name?!"

He clenched his fists, in a desperate attempt not to slap her. Never had she given him such a cheap shot. Time for payback. "I can do it again, but I'd rather ask you if had planned to escape before or after we slept together? Was it to distract me? I guess it worked! I may have no name, but at least, I don't risk having it stained!!"

Her eyes went wide at his statement. She ran into her room without any help or threats, and slammed the door, so he wouldn't see her cry...
 

She smiled peacefully, and inhaled the warm summer scent. So good, so sweet... Mom was in the garden, there would be cherries this year. Dad will help her pick them on the Cherry tree, and then they would make pies and eat them in the grass. But right now, she just wanted to go and sleep with mom under the tree.

Just sleep... Sweet...

She purred childishly as she laid in the fresh grass, resting her head on mom's lap. She liked that dress, the blue one. She wanted the same, to be dressed just like mom. She closed her eyes, letting the warm wing graze her forearms, making her dress float softly. Mom was caressing her cheek. She always did that.

So good...

Quatre observed in surprise and fascination her features, as she slept. She looked so peaceful. Well, after a good scold and two massive shots of Dormidorm, she would be peaceful for a while...
She was smiling softly. Dreaming of food, he assessed, before, putting more antiseptic on the cotton swab, before patting her cheek precautiously with it. He cupped the caramel cheek in his hand, tracing the red lines and scratches with his fingers. Tourism in a building where there's a bomb. How clever. He frowned at the scratches, reaching for the cotton swab again, and suddenly, stopped his hand.
He watched silently and let out a barely audible gasp, as she began rubbing her cheek against his hand, still smiling. What the heck could she be dreaming of??
As puzzled as he was, he didn't retrieve his hand, and let her do, enjoying the strange caress. Such a soft skin, like a peach. In complete disparity with her temper, he smirked inwardly.

"M..Mom"

He froze at the tiny sigh, barely a whisper, and he felt his chest tighten. 'Dont get involved'. He had the sudden urge to know more, and watched his hand craddling her cheek with whole new eyes, for an instant.
 

Midii awoke at the sound of movements in the corridor. So he hadn't lied, they were leaving now. her door burst open and Heero grabbed her arm roughly, leading her through the corridors. In the hall were Trowa and Duo, glaring quietly at her, and the Winner brat, carrying an unconscious Shaolin with a Cheshire cat grin, for seemingly no reason at all. She felt a cold chill run down her spine. So she had been right, Shao was hurt. And that nutjob hadn't even told her dammit!

She was pushed out unceremoniously, where the last Preventer was waiting near a car.

"We still have details to check. Wufei will watch you. Don't even think about it."

She bowed her head and sat slowly ans sadly in the backseat. Heero was was right, he was too close, she wouldn't have a chance to make it to the woods. She let a tear roll down her cheek. She felt so lonely.

"It's so dark in here."

She raised her head, staring at the piercing onyx and the face of the voice.

He spoke so rarely. Especially to her.

"I don't know those woods, and there is little light. That's why I didn't have a chance to stop you when you hit me and ran away." He said calmly, a mysterious smile playing on his lips.

She stared at him in disbelief. Had he just said?

"I... I ran away?" She asked, her voice quivering.

"Yes, with the car. Baka onna..." He snorted.

"But..."

"You'd better hurry. Heero will come back soon."

"Why?" She simply asked.

"I don't know you very well, but I have noticed that you only bring us answers when you're in trouble." He mused.

"You're using me?"

"Do you want to complain?" He retorted, handing her the keys.

"I can't... Shao..." She whispered.

"Don't worry about that... I guess we'll meet again very soon. And honestly, with Winner around, I don't think she risks more than being drowned under a truck of flowers or something..." He sighed ironically.

She looked at him warily one last time, before taking the chance that was offer. She would know soon enough if it was bad or worse, anyway...
 

Duo was trying to prepare the 'plan' with Heero, which was quite painful, actually, since his anger at Midii's escape made the perfect soldier hard to deal with. Basically, every suggestion was welcome by a "Yes. But AFTER we caught her." He huffed loudly, letting himself fall back in his seat. He wanted to see Hilde, not run after some french sicko... Not to mention that without the girl, they would be lost in that weird land. He hated to admit it. They all did. But They were gonna need her. He turned the puzzle in his mind again. It just didn't work. How had she managed to knock Wufei out?? Maybe during her time with the alliance she had been trained and modified, like Heero... No... She looked normal. Fast and quite intelligent, but frail. Damn.

He was cut in his inner equivocations by an inhuman scream. Correction ; A feminine, young, bone chilling inhuman scream. Great, on top of it the monster was awake.

"BACK OOOOOOOOOOOFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFF!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!"

Heero's coffee cup fell, Trowa's visible eye shot open, Wufei's mouth twitched in sonor pain.

"I really have to..."

"Back OFF!! Bastard! Pervert!! Torturer!! Barbarian! Back off! Back off! Back off! Back off!!!!"

"You let me no choice..." Quatre's voice sighed.

They all got up to rescue him, leaving the cockpit and the stunned pilot, only to hear sounds of fight -wrestle, actually- and outraged screams.

Duo was the first to burst off laughing. Wufei followed soon after, laughing quietly. Heero's mouth twitched nervously, Trowa smirked. Now, that was a show...
The 'barbaric Arabian' was currently straddling his prey, trying to avoid her injured ribs and shoulder while holding her right arm with his right hand. The left one was holding firmly a needle. The 'patient' had been gagged with a handkerchief and was struggling madly and rolling terrified eyes as the needle approached her vein.

"It's just an injection... Or else your shoulder will hurt..." Dr Quatre tried to explain to the berserk Shaolin.

The muffled screams grew in intensity as the needle began to push and sink in her arm.

"Sshhh... If you move, I'll mess up and it will hurt..." He stated while proceeding.

Eventually, the 'show' ended and Quatre released the cherry haired vixen, who immediatly attempted to take the needle and pay him back. Her injuries slowed her down, and he dodged her easily, infortunatly. Duo eyed her with a malevolent smirk.

"My my my... Afraid of needles?" He asked.

She was about to reply in a florid way, but a strong hand clamped on her mouth, while two aquamarine eyes looked at her intently, then at the first aid kit. Her eyes widened in fear and she nodded, before Quatre's hand released her. "You hurt yourself, we took care of you. But if the only way to tame you is a shot, I'll gladly proceed." He warned.

"You prick like a barbarian!" She hissed, rubbing her arm gingerly.

"If you hadn't made a fuss and given your arm obediently, maybe it would have been easier!" He retorted, frowning.

She turned to pout and and started to roll back her sleeve to have a good look at the injury. Her sleeve. Her sleeve?? Her PINK SLEEVE???

The five boys immediatly understood was she was staring at and chose to retreat wisely in the cockpit, letting Quatre to deal with the explanations.

"This is not my shirt." She stated icily, to hide her rising shame.

"I know." He replied calmly, ready for the blow.

"I hate pink." She pursued.

"It's mine." He sighed.

"How did it end up on me?" She asked, looking for a big and dangerous weapon at hand reach.

"I put it on you." He gasped.

Trowa poured himself quietly another cup of coffee, listening to the 'radio drama', as well as Duo, who was grinning from ear to ear, while Heero and Wufei were trying to work and restrain themselves from laughing.

"Miss Hao I didn't mean..."

"MANIAC!! LECHER!! RAPIST!!!"
 

Midii sighed softly, as the cool wind blew in her hair. The view was beautiful, Concorde's Place, floodlit, shimmering in the night. And she just didn't know what to do. She loved this city, this particular hotel, the best place to think, she decided, looking at the luxuous room. They had probably lost a lot of time looking for her. She had just arrived, she assessed they would be at Roissy's private airport in an hour, maybe two. They would look for her, anyway.

She jumped on the vast bed. Huffing, pouting, thinking. He was such a jerk. If she went there, if she risked so much, it would be to save Shao. Not to see him. Even if she wanted to. Even if she needed to...

She stared at her reflexion in the mirror, then at the walls  hung with green and cream striped silk. And she made up her mind. She grabbed a black leather jacket, her keys and slammed the door.

She smiled in bitter amusement while she drove to the airport. She had miraculously escaped them nine hours ago, they wanted only one thing : put her in jail. And she was coming back. Amazing.
 

Once the plane had stopped moving, one problem remained. Now what?? They stared at the desert airport. It was Trowa who talked first.

"The custody. We're giving her to the police." He said, pointing to a quite scared Shaolin. How could she escape in her state? That sadist had given her so much treatment that she felt numb everywhere...

They all nodded, failing to notice Quatre's determined expression. The same he usually wore when the strategist in him had already planned something.

The entered the vast hall, where a few lonely people were probably waiting for something, somebody, bathed in the sad and dark blue light of the twilight.

They spotted the gate where the IDs and the luggage where being verified, and Heero walked towards it with a determined pace. Shaolin swallowed softly, seeing the end approach, and she would almost have clung to the Winner brat, if it hadn't been for a remnant of pride. the same pride which forbade her to cry or try to negociate.

She watched Duo and Wufei pass, then Trowa, showing their Preventers card, then Heero... She felt Quatre push her softly toward the gate, standing strangely close to her. Too close in her opinion...
Heero turned to point at her, as the officer asked for her card.

"There is a problem." He stated. "Her. You should call your colleagues." He finished, pointing sternly at the trembling girl.

The officer frowned and approached, beckoning a few others in the office. She felt her eyes itch. She wouldn't cry.

"The young Lady..." He began, eyeing her warily.

He never had the time to finish.

She felt herself being pulled even closer, in what seemed suspiciously like a hug, and Quatre talked. "The young Lady! Allah! You have no idea..." He began, walking throught the gate, never releasing her. "Tell them darling! A disaster! I prayed Allah that nice people like you would help us!!"

Duo and Trowa's eyes widened, Wufei merely smirked, and Heero glared in uncomprehension.

This didn't disturb Quatre, who continued his little act, "I'm so glad to find you! My wife lost her ID! Poor Honey! Don't cry! See? The mister will help us!"

The officers stared at him in bewilderment, and he went on, "Can you believe it! Wasting a honeymoon in France, such a romantic country! For such menial details! "He whined, cuddling her expertly. "She was so upset!"

"Of course... Uhm... Mister... But... You have to show us yours..." The officer stuttered.

He handed them his card and several pairs of eyes widened like saucers. They couldn't fuss with him. It would be harmful for ther careers...

"Mr... Hm... Raberba.... Winner?"

"Quatre Winner??" Another voice asked timidly, for confirmation.

"Yes... But could you please help us!" He sighed exaggeratingly, "Shao darling is exhausted!"

She refrained the urge to strangle him at the pet name, and kept quiet, trying to look on the verge of fainting.

The officer looked at her with new eyes, and fumbled in the office to find some blue, white and red striped paper. "I... It's not usually that simple... But we don't want to ruin Mister and Mrs Winner's honeymoon!" He blurted out with a fake and uneasy smile.

"Thank you." Quatre said smugly, glancing at Heero and his stunned friends.

"Here, I registered you in the official files, and you've a temporary authorization of stay on the territory. All you'll need is a signature here. For Mrs?" He explained and asked, a he filled the form.

"Shaolin Raberba Winner, née Hao." He grinned.

The officer watched Quatre sign, and handed Shaolin the pen. She glared at the offending object and bent down slowly to sign, under the hilarious, irate, knowing and helpless stares of the men gathered aroung her. She sighed, looking at 'her' signature. She simply hoped it was the last time she had to write 'SRW' anywhere...

They left quickly, after Quatre's little show, and a puzzled officer turned to his colleague, a younger one, "Did you know he was married??"

"No... At his age?? And you?"

"No..." The other ansewered, shaking his head in disbelief.
 

Dorothy lied down on her bed, caressing a purring Matteo softly.

"My poor love... Does it still hurt?" She said tenderly, looking at the end of his furry tail, which was now bald and slightly toasted, under the tight bandage.

The plump and hairy creature meowed plaintively, before returning to its sleeping/purring session. She got up and walked to her desk, watching the small signal that indicated that they had found her position. As expected. She knew they could threaten the plan, but she needed to see Quatre. Maube he could understand, if she explained him. he was far from stupid. Peace wasn't enough. To make it last, people needed strong leaders. yes, she knew he would understand.

She started a search. Maybe he would find her, but she prefered come to him. It was a matter of trust.  She watched the endless car rent, hotel and credit cards bills and files spill on the scren, until one name appeared.  She quickly found the address, the room, even the price, but her heart nearly stopped when she read the copy of his bill.

Who the fuck was Mrs Winner?!!
 

Trowa read the hotel register, reread it. Read it again, and felt his heart flutter. She was there. He noticed Heero's interrogative stare and decided immediatly not to tell him. If things had to be done, he would do it himself.

"Well... Congratulations!" Duo smirked, as he plopped himself on the green bed.

Shaolin only glared.

"You should go and buy yourself a little lace teddy for your wedding night..." He chuckled.

Shaolin glared harder.

"I got wind of Quatre having a little weakness for white lace..." Wufei said casually, smirking ever so slightly too.

God. Was this the price for freedom?

At that precise moment, the 'savior' entered, followed by Heero and Trowa. Heero shot her an icy glare, and Trowa simply observed her warily.

"What have I done, now?" She sighed, looking at the furious men.

"You did nothing." Trowa retorted. "Not you. Not yet..."

She blinked a few times, and Heero pointed to Quatre, his arms full of various bags. She stared at him in puzzlement. Wasn't shopping usually a girl's stuff? Did this guy have any vice available on earth and in the colonies? He laid the bags on the bed and there was an eerie silence in the room, as he first pulled out a blue dress. Every single living form watching the scene stopped breathing ; was she going to kill him, or kill herself first? Duo was grinning madly, waiting for the next nuclear war of the day. And he almost huffed with disappointment.

She gazed at the amount of bags with wide eyes. "For me?"

"Well, your only clothes were blood stained. And we already stated that you wouldn't accept to wear mines... Since we were near Cambon street... I just bought you a few things..." Quatre said, scratching the back of his head.

She wasn't listening to him anymore. She could only take so much... And such a gift was the last blow. She began to empty all the bags, spreading the clothes on the bed like a child opening her christmas gifts, , not even noticing the others leaving, disgusted by the candy atmosphere in the room, not even hearing Duo mutter, as he left the hotel room, "I'm outta here... Hilde already forced me to watch 'My fair Lady' once, thanks..."

She was simply in a daze. "For me, for me..."
 

Trowa walked through the luxuous corridors quietly, and stopped in front of the room he was looking for. His heart began to beat faster, despite his will to remain cool. He pushed softly. Unlocked. He entered silently, closing behind him. Somebody was sitting on the bed. He swallowed softly. Midii was there. He could hardly believe he had thought to put her in jail, make her disappear. Watching her, on that bed, the cool breeze  blowing  gently, making a few white gold tresses float. He felt like the first time he had seen her. Like a kid, tempted, trapped.

"Trowa?" Her voice came, barely a murmur.

"You didn't run away..." He said, approaching the open window to gaze at the himmering place and the impressive obelisk in its center.

"You have Shao." She replied calmly, but firmly, "I can't."

"You do have principles, then?" He chuckled.

"I guess so... Trowa?"

"Yes?"

"Why are you here?"

"I don't know..." He sighed, " I don't know. I was angry, I wanted Heero to put you away with your friend... And you ran away... I didn't realize. I felt so empty."

"Trowa..."

"I must be sick. I need to worry about you to live. That's new, no?" He chuckled bitterly.

She felt an undefinable warmth in her chest. Bliss. But she wanted apologies first, she pouted inwardly.

"I need you... But you really are a prick. Do you realize what you told me?" She murmured, her voice cracking with barely restrained sobs.

"I'm sorry. I really am... But you can't understand how it felt to hear you call me 'no-name'..." He retorted quietly, still gazing at the ever changing place.

She bit her lower lip in uneasiness. She had said that. But she didn't mean it... "I... I don't think youre a nobody! If I did, I wouldn't be there!"

With second of silence passing, she could feel a painful weight in her chest. It hurt. It hurt he wouldn't answer.

"Hey... You really think I'm somebody?" He asked, still turned, so she wouldn't see the tiny hopeful smile on his lips.

"Yes! Yes..." She answered immediatly. Then, she got up and approached silently the window in her turn, caressing the floating curtains, before she was standing just behind him. she heard him sigh faintly and wrapped timidly her arms around his waist, resting her head aginst his back. "You were really mad... Will you forgive me?" She asked, rubbing her cheek gently against the warm material of his shirt.

"You wanted to help." He whispered, taking her small hands in his. She closed her eyes. She wanted this to last forever...

She felt him caress her fingertips softly, and suddently, he stopped to point at something in the distance. "Midii... What's this?" He asked, curiosity and interest obvious in his tone.

She followed his gaze. "The garden?"

"Yes."

"It's the Tuileries. I like this place." She sighed, gazing at the dark garden and the barely recognizable statues.

"Do you want to go?" He asked, a hint of childish excitement in his voice.

"But... It's late... The garden is closed..." She stuttered.

"I never knew it could stop you." He chuckled, turning to gather her in his arms.

"Now?" She asked.

"Immediatly." He replied, as they managed to stumble their way to the door, cuddling and walking at the same time.

He smirked inwardly, as he thought that Heero was probably still wondering how he would catch Midii, but all rational thoughts fled at the cool air, hit him. The lights, her warm body pressed against him as they walked on the huge sidewalks, it was dizzying. He felt like he was a child again, like when he used to watch the circuses from far away. Except that this time... It was for him. He wouldn't just watch and wonder how it would be to... He would do it.

They slipped discretly in the dark garden, suppressing giggles at the transgression. He stopped to observe the surroundings. It was an atmosphere from a fairytale. The dark trees, wistful statues witnessing their happiness, ageless fountains. He could imagine they were in the park of some mysterious castle. It felt funny to imagine... He watched her. She was tiptoeing on the edge of a big fountain, smiling for some unknown reason at the bronze couple kissing in its center.

He approached quietly, smiling, and held out his arms for arms. "Let's say you were my princess, and I came to save you..." He said.

"Who would be the villain, then?" She asked, gigling, still on her perch.

He looked around, and caught sight of an old oak, which looked frightening and tormented, in the ambient dark. "It." He replied, pointing to it.

"A monster?" She laughed.

"A terrifying one..." He chuckled, trying to make his voice sound ominous.

She smiled again, more sweetly, this time. "Come and save me, then..." She whispered.

He felt the silent plea in her voice and helped jump off the fountain, picking her up in his arms. She burried her face in his chest, and her held her tighter, inhaling the sweet scent of her hair. Like in a fairytale. Life should always be as easy as this, he thought, as her small form molded itself into his.

"Midii..." He whispered in her ear, I'll try my best to avoid you trouble... I swear... But don't leave me like that again. Never..." He breathed, kissing her ear shell feverishly.

"I..."

"Promise." He urged, pressing her even closer.

"I promise." She almost sobbed. How would she keep such a promise?

He believed her, however, and she tried to forget about the future, the promises and the morning when his warm lips finally found hers. she responded ardently to his kisses, whimpering as he nibbled at her neck. The night was cold, and she didn't even feel it. They made their way back to the hotel slowly, not even able to speak. Feeling was already too much.
 
 
 
 
 
 
 

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