When I emerged Martinwas just pulling on a shirt over a fresh pair of athletic shorts aswell."Sorry for the mess," I said. "With Josie's shit gone yo...'ll have roomto re-organize and spread out your stuff." Yep. I'll get back in here when I finish with the books in the den."The absence of wearing panties and lingerie made me feel awkward abouttalking to my best friend like what had just happened hadn't happened.Could I get past this?"Later, Martin," I said as I headed for home."See ya!"I felt. Content. Sam would have given up long ago if not for her. She ... she was her rock."Don't think about it," Heather's voice said, soothingly. "Leave it for morning. The children are asleep. We should join them." Her hand, gentle, brushed some of Sam's hair aside. Raising the wooden mug, Sam took a long swig. The dead hunter's ale went down rough. She let her arm fall back down."A year, Heather. A year." She could feel tears coming. "A year gone ... and for what? Why?" But we're close, Sam." Are. Standing at about five feet five inches, very slight of build, almostdelicate, but strong and dexterous, he had no facial hair to speak of,shoulder length, wavy, golden blonde hair ,and no tattoos or piercings.His hands and feet were small, almost feminine. His skin was smooth,clear, almost pretty. She had never believed in love at first sight,until that evening.There was something about this guy she found hard to resist. To be honestwith herself, she always had been attracted to his type. He. Quinn looked Charlotte up and down, his eyes crawling over her, likehe was inspecting a broodmare."You'll do," Quinn grunted snatching the note from her hand.He began to struggle with his belt."What on earth are you doing?" William was aghast."I'm having my taste aren't I?" Quinn grunted as he was finally ableto unbuckle his pants.They pooled around his calves. His trousers were so embedded withgrime that they were as stiff as cardboard."Let me take care of this William. You stand guard outside.