She broke it and looked up at him. "You are very, very special," she said gently, "and I love you with all my heart." Same here, my Moira," he replied...equally gently, "and now let's go and get your strength back up."She nodded and he took her hand leading her back to the car."How about that nice pub we went to with your mum the first time I came up here, The Thistle?"She smiled. "OK." You'll have to direct me."She did which took her mind off her misery to an extent.David ordered her a large gin. The dip of her waist perfectly accentuated the roundness of her full cleavage and her pert behind.Her full bosom seemed to be barely contained by the buttons of her blouse. On more than one occasion you had sat through long and boring meetings with her and her associates and had entertained yourself by willing those very buttons to give in and bust open, revealing the tantalising delights of her milky flesh held beneath them.With long blonde hair and the most piercing of blue eyes, she is. Jimmy explains how she'd gotten drunk, and how we'd come to bring her home. I mention "If you're wondering where your clothes are ... well, you were in your blouse and skirt when we found you, more or less anyway. But everything else ... I presume you were wearing a bra and panties and shoes when you got there, right? Anyway, we couldn't find any of that; you might check with your friends tomorrow."She shrugs, not caring about the details. "So, did you two have fun washing me off?" she. When he looked up, though, he seemed to say to her that she would get hers later."What did you say to me?" she rasped as she tilted her head like a Bobcat eyeing a vole. "You know, I could stay up here for ever if I wanted to, and there's nothing you could do about it. New Mexico is full of cute little Chihuahuas, but there's only one of me." Then, when she flicked her pony tail as extra defiance, by God, if he didn't wink back at her, or maybe it was just a wild hair, who knows?Well, inch.