"They can't find me up here like this."Her arm was tired from holding her weight up and when she went to reach for the ledge with her free hand, she a...most fell. A startled shriek was wrenched from her and then a hissed curse. She heard the front door bang open and knew her kidnappers had heard her.Even as she tried to decide what to do, whether to just let go and pray she wasn't hurt too badly by the fall or to try and pull herself in and take her chances fighting the kidnappers, a large hand. Again I felt that yearning down deep in my gut. My inner self said, yes now, and I repeated her words aloud. He kissed my neck again and any doubt was gone. I kissrd the side of his head and he pulled back and our lips met. It was only a chaste kiss, one like we had often shared before. He pulled back and looked into my eyes. We kissed again, hard this time but still chaste. Then we moved together. We stood and rushed to my bedroom. With trembling fingers I hurriedly began to unbutton his shirt. "And what's she like?" Fit," Doyle's face lit up a little as he pictured her, "Really fit! Noteven just fit, like beautiful you know. She's got blonde hair, and a nicebum and a massive set of..." What?" Art's interruption stopped Doyle short."Legs," he revised. "She's just beautiful, but, like, too beautiful, youknow?" No. I don't." Art could feel himself getting angrier. "Tell me." She's just distant when you talk to her. It's like she knows how goodlooking she is. She knows most guys would do. "However!" said the old lady dramatically. "You have continued to showfar too much favour to the servants in my observations, and though youact and speak like a woman now, you have a way to go before you carryyourself as one of the gentry." Burt felt crestfallen. She had thought she was doing so well. "Fear not though my girl," said Grandmamma, "for that is the next thingwe shall work upon. If I have anything to say about it, by the end ofthis week you'll not only look and sound like a lady but.