I had requested that males would be preferred, mainly because I didn't want to waste time interviewing females who would shy away when they realized t...at they would sharing a smallish flat with a middle-aged, divorced man. However, this delightful, petite blonde appeared at my door, saying she was desperate for accommodation in the area and asking if I would consider allowing her to take the room.I could feel my cock twitching as I looked into her wide, baby-blue eyes. My gaze traveled slowly. He was happy with the supplies being sent up too. He had expected a counter-attack, or a rebellion, or an encircling movement. It seemed the only attack on Brancaster had been repulsed with the aid of the townsfolk. The General read the letter explaining the unorthodox tactics; a warning bell in his head said he would have to either keep Augustus Ling rewarded or have him killed before too long; he was clearly talented and ambitious. Still, so far he was a good logistical organiser; he would. Men looked on me with eyes in the troop and I fought them. You tau-aught me not to go with them! When I met the man I love, who is to be my husband, he was my Commander! And he will no-o-ot marry me in my parade silks, he does not wa-a-ant to marry his ju-u-unior offi-, officer and who can blame him? Not you! You would not have married Ha-a-anya in parade silks, would you? with your C-C-Commander’s bu-u-uttons. And you damned dog, you are to bestow me! Like I am a thi-i-ing that you are. Sara Wood made a laughing noise that came out her nose, her mouth was so full of food. She nodded her head and got out, ‘Double Whopper?’ ‘Comin’ right up.’ He walked up to the counter and placed the order. He waited until surly-face slid it over to him, then took it back to Sara Wood. He put it on the table in front of her and smiled. ‘Well, bottoms-up!’ he said, and only then did he start on his grilled chicken sandwich, and he sipped his iced tea while he looked at Sara Wood’s face — as if.