You don't even like to dance! Mind if I use your phone to call old Toddie?"She had been slightly taken aback by his blunt rejection of her advances ac...ually.She may have been extraordinarily innocent about sex, but Charlotte was not a young woman used to being refused a dance . Especially not by a man who despite his money and looks ought to be old enough to know how lucky he was to be getting attention from a beauty like herself. Charlotte had no doubts about her beauty. She knew she had some. My heart was already galloping. I hadn’t seen her more than three months. Back then she told me that we should stop dating and should just be friends. It was very hard for me, but there was nothing I could do. “I need your help, George,” she said. Her voice was strange. As if she had problems breathing. And somehow tremulous. That frightened me. “Jill, are you all right?” I asked. “No, I am not. Sorry for disturbing you, but would you please come as soon as possible,” she said and explained. They had followed us to the ship and I was sure that every ear was listening intently at how the strange short wizard would answer."Now I know his wives sent him and he doesn't want to be here, nor deal with this problem. I need to remind him I am only his guest, " I thought."My dear host, I am but a young man and know little of the ways of women. With a coy look they make my knees tremble. I certainly enjoy looking upon the features of young women, but I fear their wrath," I said as I. Her accent is strong but her English is clear and effortless. He doesn't try to guess where it's from. She looks local but the cadence of her voice comes from somewhere further north. She can't seem to contain herself through a moment in which she seems to consider slapping him again, but she finally comes back to herself and sits down.Turner braces himself with a breath and orders espresso and water and sits. The waiter walks away and a moment passes in which the tepid air is full of.