"Well! What a treat. What a tasty morsel you've prepared for me" Derek said, presumably to Paul, but he wasn't looking at him, he was staring right as...me, taking in the sight of this 18 year old who was completely naked except for a bright red, satin sash. "Happy birthday!" I said, thinking of nothing more obvious to say given the circumstances. Instead of turning towards the stairs (it had been at least 15 seconds now, not 2!) I approached Derek and, putting my arms around his neck, I kissed. To me, she was so much more than just a good friend! It was perhaps crazy to say that I 'loved' her, but what other word so well described the feelings I have for her, than 'love?'Of course, I was well aware that nothing would ever transpire between her and I, other than some of those long chats we engaged in now and then; which, for me, were like mana from Heaven! They sustained me. They brought a light into my otherwise dull life (being a certain age, you become invisible to most other. At first, she’d worried Aedan, enraged, would put the man out of his misery, and then she’d worried that the smelly, injured, traumatised, damaged man they’d rescued would save Aedan the trouble and get himself killed by his father’s guards. He could barely walk – several badly healing broken bones had been set and mended by Anders, not to mention the dehydration, malnourishment, scrapes, bruises, and contusions his ruined clothes barely covered, but no healing could substitute for the time and. "I saw him rest his head against the headrest and close his eyes, resigned to whatever fate was going to throw at him. The Dutch stewardess’s face was one of conspiratorial surprise and the glint in her eyes emboldened me.“Here, let me show you, Darling," I said excitedly, removing my hand from his groin and swiftly raising my short skirt.Before Paul could protest, I thrust my hand beneath the exposed black, triangular shaped lingerie, feeling the exotic musky heat encased within. After.