Her Naked Skin "Do not bite at the bait of pleasure, till you know there is no hook beneath it." - Thomas Jefferson The Countess Slovenia threw her helmet onto the table in disgust. Her long, raven-colored hair was matted with sweat and dirt. She slowly ran her hands through it to shake out the tangles. Her hands came away streaked with blood. She looked at them for a moment in bewilderment and then picked the helmet back up. The highly-polished metal glinted in the candlelight. Turning it in...