I'd explained what I remembered about the crosscut drifters from the game, just to pass the time, and at least the dwarves were interested. Except for...Oghren, who refused to make eye contact, never mind actually admit to be listening.Each evening, I worked with Bel on quietly learning to sing. He wasn't bad, by my amateur assessment, and continued to be amazed that he didn't stutter. I started him with simple children's songs, like the alphabet and 'Row, row, row your boat', moving on to songs. A car passed by. The driver staring at me like I had grown a second head.It was Halloween night. I had chosen a costume like that of Gandalf the Gray, but I had since left off the fake nose and beard. It made it easier to eat and drink at the party being held at my apartment. It also made kissing easier for me and less ticklish for my girls.My girls. Jordan was one of my girls. I looked down the road again. She was with Francine James, a kidnapping victim who had disappeared back in August. No. " Why did you help me?" I asked, meeting his eyes. They were deepeyes - I noticed for the first time that they were a coldblue-gray."Don't get any mushy ideas sweetheart - your creepy appearance doesnothing for me, but you might just represent an opportunity that istoo precious to squander. Now get up." He reached and offered me ahand.I held out my hand, which he took in his strong grip and hauled meto my feet. I was suddenly acutely conscious of my semi-nakedness,my sodden clothes clinging to. I that point I figured it was more then one personI suddenly felt extremely naked and self conscious and uncomfortable, but I could not deny my bodies response to the now several hands touching my body. Suddenly something cold was drizzled across my chest, my belly, my libia, my thighs. It was cold as it ran down my body and as it hit my secret inner fold it heated my flesh. I strained against the bonds that held my wrists as again goosebumps prickled all along my body.The odor of Brandy filled.