The Story Of A Cannoneer Under Stonewall Jackson, In Which Is Told The Part Taken By The Rockbridge Artillery In The Army Of Northern Virginia

Now Mel could see the definite outline of two hard points pushing out through the thin fabric. Sonofabitch, this chick has a terrific pair of jugs under there. Hope to hell I can get my hands on them, he thought to himself as he watched her. "You win," he conceded, and joined her in the dance. No touching, of course, just the provocative body motions. They were a few feet apart. Maisie had the kind of rhythm that made her arms and legs flow with the music as though what she was doing was some exotic rite, not a mere dance. And the way she sinuously curved her back and thrust her firm, compact little rear into the air made it not just exotic, but very erotic as well. He could see the perfect white teeth behind her lips, which were parted in smiling appreciation of the music, and her clear blue eyes teased him from under long lashes. She had a good idea what she was doing to him and she was enjoying it immensely. The alert attention he gave her was more than simply a compliment to her attractiveness. She was very confident about her good looks – hadn't she seen herself naked in front of a full-length mirror often enough, and even touched with her own hands the soft parts of her body she knew he was dying to feel? What she saw in his attentive gaze was the basic, animal like magnetism that occurs between any two healthy creatures of the opposite sex ...»