Helping Twelve...

Cursing himself for a sentimental fool, Calvo knelt beside the naked body of the dark haired guardswoman. Her wet, close cropped hair clung to her slender, fine boned face like ravens wings, in sharp contrast to her pale skin.He could not resist glancing down at the soft, black V of hair nestled between her smooth, pale thighs.

Calvo pressed his hands downward on Twelve's ribcage, just beneath the supple pout of her pert little tits. Clear water trickled slowly from petween her full,kissable lips. He repeated this, until finally, the woman gave a weak cough, her eyes fluttering open. Her voice was a tiny, gasping whisper as she spoke.

"P....please.....help me...don't...leave me here....I'll....do anything...."