<table class="bbc_table"><tbody><tr><td>(http://www.dfwd20.com/photopost/data/522/medium/Human_Fighter1.jpg)</td><td><strong><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: edwardian;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 2.65em;">Alfreic Slate, Soldier</span></span><br/><em>With M. Windower</em><br/></strong><hr/><br/>Alfreic had been in the midsts of a daydream when Miss Windower made herself known.  He stopped, lowering his pipe, his gaze searching through the forest, catching snippets of her flowing saffron dress and the windborne tresses of her flaxen hair.  But before he could give chase, he felt the familiar cold, tapered fingers over his hawklike eyes and found himself, despite the bewildering situation, utterly at peace.  And what is more, he was overcome by a sexual frenzy that made him clench his teeth and quiver.<br/><br/>He spun around to face Windower, and his domineering countenance softened into a sneer.  He grasped her hands and tore them from his face, and then pushed himself against her frail figure.  His hands brusquely took her hips within their grasps, boring her pelvis against his (with his fingers parting her buttocks).  And finally, he snatched her lips within his and kissed her violently, passionately.  Then, he emerged from the kiss and gasped, and breathily uttered--<br/><br/> "It has been too long since I have known you,"  he said.   "Let it be like all times, Ms. Windower.  I would like to be reacquainted with all of you." <br/><br/></td></tr></tbody></table>