." Lord Roundmoore grinned "I know who your parents are girl, you got your mama's voice? Play the harpsichord do you? Come, come don't leave an old ma... waiting." Miranda grinned "yes to both questions." Lord Roundmoore grinned back "good! you come visit me tomorrow and I'll let you play my sainted mother's harpsichord just like your mama did before you were born." Connor walked up bowing to Lord Roundmoore " your pardon sir, Miranda, Uncle Joe and GGrandfather are ready to leave." Lord. “Just you home tonight?” she asked.“No. My wife is gone until tomorrow afternoon, but both my boys are upstairs in bed.“Maybe we should go downstairs so we don’t wake them.” she said. She was aware of our finished basement including two bedrooms from the wine tastings she had attended. “Can we go out on your back patio and smoke this?” she asked holding up a joint. “The wine is good, but this works a lot quicker” she said with a smile.We headed downstairs, and then outside through the. You were trapped."I can't breath." you gasped as you hit my shoulder. "Get the fuck off of me! GET THE FUCK OFF OF ME or I will start Symbian!" you threatened.I leaned up on my elbows, giving your lungs room to expand. "Will you now? How are you going to do that with me on top of you?"In a sudden blur of motion, you leaned up and grabbed my lower lip between your teeth. With eyes glaring at mine, you snarled between clenched teeth, "Because I'll bite your fucking lip off if you don't!"Then. ” The driver called before driving away.I intend to, he said to himself as he turned the key in the lock and stepped inside, recalling how he had carried his virgin bride, Helen, over this threshold nearly four years earlier. Jesus, what was wrong with his thinking tonight? Why was his mind being troubled by times past? Why couldn’t he just forget the bloody date?Before taking a shower, he went into the kitchen and brought a half-eaten pasta penne bake out of the fridge. That would do for.