Edward Steele chuckled. ‘Actually my mother is the knowledgeable one in this case.’ I said. ‘But I do try to keep abreast of the tactical situat...on at all times.’ ‘Yes,’ said Stephanie, who turned her light brown eyes fully upon me, ‘which is why Edward and I would like to invite the two of you to a dinner party, maybe next week after all the Thanksgiving celebrations are out of the way? Perhaps next Tuesday night? I’m sure the Commander has made… observations, tonight, and we would like to. It seemed sometimes too much to bear. In the end, she had given up and tip-toed down the stairs to the kitchen for a cup of the hot cocoa that she knew Shelly still kept in the cabinet above the stove. But she stopped cold as she entered the kitchen. He was there already. Sitting in Peter’s chair with his large, dark hands wrapped about a mug steaming with what she could smell was her cocoa. She half turned to run back up the steps when his deep Southern voice filled the dark night. ‘You. I couldn't look at anyone. I felt horrible, i was thinking 'What will she do now? Will she tell? Will she just show mum and dad the video?" All these thoughts entered my head. After dinner i went upstairs to listen to music and try to take my mind of it for a bit with some Fifa on my Xbox 360. After a few hours it was about 11pm and everyone went to bed and surprisingly i hadn't heard from or seen any of Emma since dinner. Just as i got into bed i heard a little tap on my door and Emma. ."I want to play."I had gotten a nice room, and it had a hell of a view of the city. She was standing by the picture window, just looking out over the city as the sun was setting. I stepped into the bath for a moment, and when I came out, she was still looking out, and starting to move to some tune in her head...slowly taking her blouse off, then her jeans. It was sexy as hell. She turned and saw me looking at her, and blushed...She came to me and started to disrobe me... I let her but I am.