Lady Lott smiled and looked up at Bartand. "Time for dinner my love, and the company of Lady Cornish."Bartand squeezed her hand."Are you sure my love,...we can always make our excuses and stay in our chambers if thats what ya' wished?" Bartand asked.Pixie wiped her eyes clean of her tears and smiled."That would not be Lady like, nor Sir like of us Bartand. We must treat with Lady Cornish, as the laws of guests should be followed."Pixie smiled and kissed Bartand deeply on his lips, sliding her. He went on towards the parkwhile I walked up the brick steps leading to the main door. In my eyes, theproperty was surprisingly lavish for someone living (ostensibly) on aschool librarian's salary: the building itself, embodying an architecturalstyle which hinted at Art Deco, was quite large and had a spaciouscourtyard with a built-in bond. After checking that the name tag on thewall next to the door actually read "R. Giles", to make sure I had come tothe right place, I knocked and waited.The. " I know what type of swimming suit is going to be best for you at thistime in your journey. So let me do the selecting and we will do thetrying on together in the dressing room. We may want to take off your brawhen we try on the suits. Most will come with their own built in bra. Butdon't worry, I will hook you back in that torture garment before we leavehere."We got out of the car and walked hand in hand to the shop. There wereseveral mannequins in the windows. Jim's mouth dropped as he gazed. She could see the lust in his eyes as they feasted on her. She loved it. She took the pins out of hair that held back her pony tail, and shook her head a little, as it fell in golden masses over her shoulders and back. They were teasing each other with their eyes, as though they were challenging each other to make the next move. Creating the mood. Feeling the anticipation. Almost tasting each other. He walked over to her. "Your beautiful" he said. "Mmmmmmmm....your sohandsome" she said. His.