“Aye-aye, Sir.”“I will be aft for a short breakfast myself. Call me if my presence is needed!”Bartleby had held water boiling for him and quic...ly brewed a fresh coffee for his captain. The table was laid already with fresh bread from the afternoon before, fresh butter and thinly sliced smoked ham, jamón. Now Bartleby came with the coffee but also with two fried eggs. Thomas actually rubbed his hands before he attacked the food with all the hunger of a young and active man.For a few precious. I suppose that I should have left a note describing what I proposed, but I didn't. I rinsed out the bottle I had been given in the rivulet, adding a sample of the original spore culture to its waters. Then I stripped and had a nice soak in the sun-warmed water. I figured that adding my scent to the mix might cause a reaction, but I didn't know what would happen. I rose, dressed and left, assuming that the forest mind would take a season or more to analyze the tastes I'd given it. If I was. It's right up our alley."Their free dance was a bit of a departure. It was the closest they'd ever gotten to skating to classical. They'd picked the music of Aaron Copeland, two selections from his "Rodeo". They started with the slow section, Saturday Night Waltz, and then finished with Roundup-or, as Sophie insisted on calling it, The Steak Commercial Song. She'd giggled when Warren had suggested skating to it. It was, however, fantastic to skate to.A few days after Warren's conversation with. I’m sure you’ve feelings for me. What’s more I think you want me!”“What has this got to do with you going into the garden?”“As I said, I think you want me. I knew with the sun where it was, and if I could catch you in the doorway…this was only in my mind! I had to push your lust, this is why I stopped in the doorway, in the provocative manner that I did; knowing with the sun behind me, it would be shining straight through my dress. I don’t know for sure if I even done it right! Never seeing it.