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Your body is responding the warmth of the fire and the food in your belly, feeling safe and secure and relieved. Mike brings you another drink of whiskey and its warmth adds to your feeling of well being.

"You guys are so great," you say. "You're my knights in shining armour." The men look at each other and grin.

"Yeah, we're pretty far from that Lisa," Pete says with a chuckle. "Just glad to have been here to help." As he speaks Mark rolls out a sleeping bag in front of the fire. "You can sleep there and get warm, you're safe here. In the morning we'll sort out your car."

You're suddenly struck with a wave of emotion, reaching out to hold his hand, then pulling it to your cheek.

"You guys are so great. I don't know what I'd have done if you hadn't been here," you say with a voice choked with tears. "I really owe you."

"Hey, don't sweat it Lisa," Pete says, looking a little embarrassed. "It's what we do. Why don't you cuddle up by the fire and get some sleep. We'll sort everything out tomorrow."

Looking up at him with eyes filled with grateful tears you turn your head to kiss the palm of his hand, then slide to the floor, crawling into the sleeping bag and shedding the blanket. You're a little clumsy, the two whiskey's combined with your recovering trauma making you fumble the blanket. You know you've given the men another good view of your lush body, but you're past caring, only wanting to sleep and recover. You feel somebody's strong hands pat your shoulders as you drift off to sleep.