" Do you, sweetheart? Do you really know?" His voice was barely audible."Um hmm."Did she really understand his state and what was happening? "Can we g... home?" he asked.Stacy tensed. My god, what was she doing? She should put an end to this now, but -- She now admitted to herself she did not want to stop it. Her legs were shaking and her whole being seemed to be trembling. Slowly, she moved out of her father's grasp and turned to face him. Her eyes sought and found his. She knew what he wanted.. , united states of america, would like to bring it being as it is of some, or of such matters to mind, & mainly, or mostly to that being of the female persons of those being of whom are among yourselves being of the many different races of born, & raised female persons representing the opposite sex who are likewise from whatsoever walks of life, factions of society, or lifestyle preferences however said be I speaking some, or such correct, proper, standard English grammar of the American. When we entered the apartment; I quickly went and sat down on the couch. My leg was sore from walking up two flights of stairs. It was getting late."You can sleep in my room if you want. if it would help you leg better," Samantha said gracefully.I laid down on the couch to see if it was conformable. After a few moments I shrugged."This will be fine, but thanks though," I said.I sat back up, so Samantha could sit down on the couch. Something told me she was about to drop the 'Sisterly love" on. Her trembling hand parted the curtain and she got her first glimpse of what was inside. The inside was not dark as she had expected, but lit with candles to offer a soft glow. Lying on the bed was the man she had seen in the halls. His short dark hair glistening in the light, his arms strong from work, his body lean and tight. He was clad in a kilt and simple peasants shirt and looked very much out of place here in the finery of this room. He sat up and reached his hand slowly toward her.