And not matching her, not even a little, makes her reject them all. To have a life with a comparative dullard isn't imaginable. Most aren't stupid. Th...ir minds just aren't interesting to her. She has her father, the chief's advisor, and the chief himself to challenge her. A couple older men as well, and she can see their lust. But not only are they mated, but they're old. No, if she mates, it will be someone she can share her life with as long as possible. Someone her age. She may be clever,. "It was a bad joke." No!" she exclaimed. "I say we do it! Wanna give me a hand?"And that's how it happened. So much easier than I ever thought to get that camera perfectly positioned in her tiny bathroom that mirrored my own—my own in which I had practiced a thousand different angles for the lens—and safely connected to our shared WiFi. It even had its own power source. I was giddy and nervous and sick all at once with the anticipation of it.Once back to my own side of the apartment, I turned. "Well," Robyn declared, " ... what have you got to say for yourself now, Terry!" I gathered up the photos and slid them back into the envelope."So this was your mother's idea, was it?" I said, calmly." ... Yes, but ... you're supposed to beg me to forgive you ... Mummy said..." I looked at her then said, equally calmly:"I think it might be a good idea to ring your mother and ask her to come round. We'll continue this conversation when she arrives." ... But..." Just call her, please, and tell. "Umm, I'm wearing jeans and a sweatshirt," I laugh. "Only way I'd be'hot' is if they crank up the thermostat." Jamie giggles even more,looking deep into my eyes and gently stroking my arm..."Jamie," I sigh as I figure out why Jamie is acting uncharacteristically'open' with me. "Is this about Krystie and Paul?" That obvious, eh?" Jamie pouts."Never fun being single at a wedding, especially if you're the onlyperson who is," I say, prompting Jamie to link her fingers with mine andstare deep into.