"Like the feel of the seat?"Kimmi blushed, "Ummm yes."He hugged her and kissed her waiting mouth. He broke their kiss and knelt before her."Let me fin...sh what my little toy started," he said with a smoldering look in his eyes.Kimmi grew nervous. Something had been bothering her. She pulled back a little."Can I have some more of my pineapple juice?" she asked."What's wrong, sweetie?" he asked. "And what's up with the juice? You have been drinking it like crazy." Oh nothing," she said looking. Trish called and Tammy spent an hour on the phone with her mum, she told about the meal and the shopping and the things she was bought, Trish was happy but also stressed about the trip as I had the potential of being her biggest ever payday, she was obviously excited and I had even told her to concentrate as I would look after her daughter, one less thing to worry about.Tammy went up to change and I told her to bring any dirty laundry with her while I slipped out of my clothes favouring my. Nor could she bring herself to do more than she was; she was certainly never going to be able to approach an Arl in the army’s camp and ask him if he liked her, as though they were noble teens at a ball instead of nobleman and common-born messenger. There were plenty of camp followers who offered themselves freely to him and the other nobles, but that was ... different. He never took any of them up on the offers, and she had no intention of being compared – even in passing, even in gossip – to. Unconsciously, she picked up the pistol from her lap, just in case. There hadn't been any shots, and the 'thud, thud' of plastic bags filled with books hitting the floor was reassuring. She finished the story, and then handed the book to her sister.Two weeks, in a way it was a relief, and knowing helped somehow. "Help me clean up guys." She had them help her clear the central area, then she stripped plastic off some of the 'walls' and arranged it on the floor before moving the mattresses they'd.
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