But alas they don't seem to be made in my abundant size, so it was off the Tri-Ess Shopping Guide. I soon had written letters to every supplier of fem...nine undergarments from Lane Bryant to Omar the Tentmaker. Upon cleaning out the old PO box (under the glare of an annoyed postmaster) and carting away the resultant mass of circulars, catalogs and come-ons I began the Search For The Perfect Bra.As I spent many hours gazing at scantily clad women, a not unpleasant pastime in itself, I happily. The smell of coconut suntan lotion wafted off of her as small beads of sweat slowly dripped down her sides. The sounds of the harbor filled the air as Bree floated in her dream-like state.She stretched and smiled to herself as she softly groaned. Finally, she thought, I finally made it here. Sighing deeply, she sank back into the lounge chair as she continued to sunbathe on their cabin's balcony.The last ten years had been both good and bad. Shannon had grown from a cheerful little bundle of. And she resolved, over and over, every time that hope crept up on her, that she was fine with things like this, that she had important things to do, and no time for handsome archers, no matter how attractive.She was therefore entirely shocked the day that she saddled her horse, collected her bag full of deliveries, and climbed up wearily – after a night spent singing by the fire until far too late – to find Nathaniel, mounted on his own, beautiful roan stallion, seemingly ... waiting for. "There is," Rob continued. He paused for a moment, trying to find the right way to say what he was thinking. "A big 'but.'"Bryan raised his eyebrows questioningly, irritation beginning to form below the surface in the back of his mind."You, as you made clear when we came are the owner of this property," Rob said slowly. "We agreed to follow whatever you dealt out for the time being."Bryan nodded, a frown beginning to form on his face. Where was this going?"Well," Rob continued. "We have.