“What’s that, Boss?” “I said, no you won’t. It’s me who’s going to do that, when I get back.” “Whatever you say, Boss...”“That�...s right, Havers. And, by the way, I’ll be back sooner than expected. Probably in a couple of days.” Havers’ face fell further. “Right, Boss,” he said.“They behaving themselves?” “Sure... ain’t got much option, have they?” Quentin laughed. “Too true! You’re not over-doing the heavy hand, I hope.“ “No... no, Boss,” Havers assured him.“No more than the ‘ration’... if. Let’s go to dinner. I’ll try not to act neurotic.’ She then joked, ‘But please understand if some guy makes a remark about my breasts or something I might go off on them.’ Bill nodded and smiled. Internally he was torn between being thrilled that Sally looked so great and fearing she was a mental basket case. He could sympathize with her past bad experience but couldn’t understand her multi-year reaction. As a guy he knew that he was probably being insensitive. He’d seen his share of crime. As if we'd saved the foreplay for reverse, I pulled her shirt off and kissed her then, kissed her a hundred times as she wound her naked limbs through mine and collapsed with me on the bed. The two of us, our tongues tangled, giggled softly at each other as we shared the reunion we'd both been waiting for. But I was seeing someone. Wasn't I? Didn't that mean something? Or did it mean nothing next to the jungle lust I stoked for my sister. I woke later in the night to read, and to think about. The agreement wouldn't affect anything I earn after the wedding so you're not going to be destitute even if it all goes pear-shaped." Thank you sweetheart and yes of course I'll marry you, nothing will make me happier."We went back to the house and he called Fliss down from her room. When she was told about the engagement she turned and glared at me and if looks could kill I'd have dropped dead on the spot! To her father though she turned and said how happy she was about it and even.