“Nothing wrong with girls who like girls, Lizzy. I may not be of your persuasion but I’ve known Portia is for years. Metcalfe doesn’t live in so...nobody will be any the wiser, she goes home once she’s served dinner. Just make yourselves at home.”We chatted for a while and then she suggested we take our bags up to our room, freshen up and have a doze if we needed it and then get changed for dinner.“I’m afraid I didn’t bring an evening dress.”She smiled. “I meant simply get out of those dreary. Claire offered a backrub, and I took her offer. After I changed, I climbed on the bed face down.Claire’s hands had developed into the most marvelous massage hands, maybe better than her mothers, and I fell asleep before she got very far up my back. She climbed in, enclosing me within her arms and we both fell asleep. Kallie had joined us.After our nap we got up, felt ready to dance, so after everybody changed, we headed to the Henry B. Gonzalez Convention Center and found Michael and his posse. My name's Robert, too! Robert Warren ... Clark." He paused and shook his head slightly. "My middle name is Warren," he added quickly. Damn it ... he was in danger of blowing it! If he mentioned his other name to Diana, she'd know something was up and she might stick her nose into something she shouldn't...Uh, huh ... he'd almost tripped himself up there... "Robert, huh? Gee ... I wonder if Diana has a thing for men named Robert? I'll have to ask her! Say, why don't you come by my table and say. "No, you weren't mistaken. I'm sorry for that by the way," he replied. "It's okay, I get that a lot. It's because I have fantastic cleavage. Hard to resist, really. Even women tend to stare at me." she smirked comically. Seamus barked a laugh and his eyes involuntarily looked at her cleavage. She wasn't lying, her cleavage was utterly fantastic. Seamus's hands itched to reach out and cup her breasts but he forced them to remain at his sides. "Looks like the next song is about to start." she.