Tall-ish for a woman, about 5'8" with light brown hair surrounding a nicely shaped face with a cute nose and a proud chin. She had a captivating smile...framed with beautiful lips, but what really got my attention were the eyes. My God, you could lose yourself in those hazel pools, they seemed to look right through me and read my mind. "I hope not," I said to myself "because then she'll know about my librarian fantasy!". She wore glasses, and they were probably the most perfect frames in the. "White Zin?" sheasked. I nodded and she came into the living room and held out a glass ofthe pink wine to me. We clinked the glasses together and I took a small sipand watched her lips touching the smooth liquid and stared at her tongue asit rolled inside her mouth. She waved a hand at the couch and we sat down. She curled up into acorner, with one leg crossed over the other, and I tried to stretch out ascomfortably as I could and still get a good look at her. We chatted a little. ’ Her voice has a cutting edge to it sharper than any sword, her icy glare sent a shiver up Carlix’s spine. Before Carlix even has a chance to ask what she means, she has a smile on her face again. ‘I do not want to think about him any longer. No need to ruin a wonderful evening.’ ‘Of course, no need at all… milady’ Carlix says with a coy smile. ‘You will forget all about Lady Anne after today’ she says pointing a finger at him. ‘As you wish’ he replies bowing slightly. ‘I only have one more. “How much do you know about South Africa?”“Enough to know we’ve been sensible to steer well clear until now.”“Finnley, you’d be forgiven for thinking that my family’s heritage would mean I’m wrapped in the typical prejudices of nobility. I, on the other hand, pride myself in being neither sexist, racist nor classist. And the things I’ve done at the behest of Her Majesty’s Government have often been targeted at white men in powerful positions, which gives one a unique perspective on what the.