There is a WAR going on, Wynter. Always remember that. He smiled as he caught her thoughts. If he could he would court her. But she was right there wa... a war going on. But that didn’t stop him from his mission this night. He reached and lightly began to knead her breast before softly pinching her nipple. Her breath was so ragged and she didn’t understand why she was so close to having an orgasm when all he was doing was touching her breast. She threw her head back against the pillow and was. Gone was the bold but level-headed Jor who demanded respect and made even his superiors follow his plans. Instead there was a wistful ineffectual man with a thin voice who, if Aiden was not mistaken, was trying not to cry. Aiden patted him on the back, a movement made all the more awkward by Aiden's arm scraping against the stone wall."What did you do before the war?" Jor said.It was a strange question, and one that Aiden had never been asked before. There was nothing before the war – just. ‘Get your fucking fingers out of my wife, asshole!’ Louis was just chuckling as he helped his son to his feet. ‘Take her in the house, Ger…c’mon, out of the sun — now.’ A few minutes later, Suzanne was starting to regain awareness as cool water refreshed and rehydrated her round, sexy body. She was surprised to find herself in her bathtub, but delighted to feel the relief as the water rose higher. Looking around she saw the concern in her husband’s eyes and the relief in her father-in-law’s. Francine was aware of this and was determined not to fail in her duty. She tried to forget her pain and concentrated all her mental forces on the task in hand. Then the Lady Fortescue gave the horse a light tap of the whip and the animal started moving more quickly. Francine was forced to half run as she still tried to keep the parasol directly over her Mistress's head, shielding that delicate white skin from the effects of the sun.Her own skin was almost black by this time. It was Francine's.