<div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-weight: bold"><span style="color: #BFBF00"><span style="font-size: 150%; line-height: 116%;">Hector Karembeux</span><br/><span style="font-size: 120%; line-height: 116%;">The son of Sir Damian</span></span></span></div><br/><br/><div style="text-align: center;"><a class="postlink" href="http://i1343.photobucket.com/albums/o793/Galvin_Fugazi/6bbbeb79-fa04-4652-b13f-3d557c14a060_zps5c5dbdf8.jpg">[ img ]</a></div><br/><br/><div style="text-align: justify;">Hector grinned when she kissed him and he must say he looked already forward on tomorrow when they would be able to ride out. Being out in the nature with this lovely woman was really something special. Hector felt that she wanted to go back as the sun had already descended and the sounds of the night were surrounding them now.  <br/><br/><span style="color: #FF8000">"Well, I guess we should find out how our siblings fare. If I am not totally wrong then Martine either has made Abel flee for the next bar or she has wrapped him around her little finger by now. What you think? Shall we have a look?"<br/></span><br/>He had pulled her a little closer to his chest as the night was quickly getting chilly and her thin dress couldn't warm her lot. He could see her perked up nipples pressing already through the fabric and he felt tempted to kiss them.</div>