"I guess I just wasn't cut out for this kind of thing." Which kind of thing?" Maeve questioned with mischief in her eyes. "The embroidery, or being a... lovely, desirable female?" Uh, both. I guess, but definitely the embroidery thing." Embroidery soothes me and helps me think," Maeve responded. "It doesn't do the same for everyone. Mother can't stand doing it either, if that's any help. As for the female part of this question...The important part, I believe," Maeve continued with a hand. ”Har Hi had organized the defenses while Wetmouth was patching me up. Hans was sitting with a forlorn expression on his face in the common room and as he saw me coming in, he turned his gaze to the ground kneading his big hands.I sat next to him and said. “Don’t be too hard on yourself. I am sure ten thousand men as strong as you fell for one of those Sojonit weapons. She only did it to safe herself.”He looked up.”Oh I am not mad about that. Wetty did what she had to do and I am glad she. I asked the driver to stop anywhere; but he insisted I should wait until we were off the highway…I crossed my legs, trying to resist thinking about a pee…The guy pulled off the main road and took a few turns down some country lanes. He then pulled off at the entrance to a field and told me it was the best he could do. No one could see me there…I asked if he wanted me to pee there outside in the middle of nowhere…He nodded, saying there was not a toilet available.I felt it was impossible to. I heard a voice say yes, but it could have been anyone as my ears were listening to my heart pound as my orgasm approached. As I calmed down from quivering ecstasy, she guided me back to my dressing room, and helped me down from my heels and out of my outfit. It was then that I heard the men commenting on the other woman’s outfit, and my saleslady turned to look. I was trying to be subtle and just peak past her, but she was having none of that, and pushed me in front of her, wearing just one.