I doubt he complained, or even thought to complain. Who would have taken his place? A smaller sister, aunt, or daughter? Had other males objected? Sure, the battle line in sss tactics was not the place of glory. The striking arm were the horse-riders. Countless times adversaries had spent the last minutes of their lives with the echoes of horses, hooves and female sss war cries seemingly all around them.
Some wise old dead fucker once said 'defeat starts in the mind'. I wholeheartedly believed in that – except my version was 'having s*x with me starts with my insidious nature'.
"Defeat starts in the mind," I stared intently into Oneida's eyes. Love poetry is a matter of emotional context, not actual words.
I pulled Oneida to me, letting her straddle my lap because I desperately wanted h
