I talked with Margaret quietly before going to sleep, letting her know about Claire and her father staying in the Manor House. I made sure she knew th... trip here had been their idea, not mine. When she asked my opinion of Claire, I told her that she seemed nice enough and intelligent, but I wasn’t too impressed with her ability to survive away from the pampered life of a Manor House. I was impressed by her determination, though, laughing as I explained about the second carriage that had. Dinner will be ready in a couple of hours.”With that, she left him to unpack his bags. As he was taking out his clothes and laying them on the bed, he heard a light rapping on the door behind him. Turning, he saw yet another vision of female beauty.“Hi Nick! I’m Chris. Welcome to Burnwell Towers!”This was Christine, the younger daughter. She was wearing a lot more in the way of clothing than her sister, but was no less stunning for that. Her pretty eyes wore a pair of glasses, and her mousy. "The one on the left is my son Gerald, the older of the two by more than two years, while the other is my other son Winston."Donald Graves took the hand that had pulled Evelyn by her hair and grabbed Caroline's left with it. Pulling her to his right he said, "Don't worry yourself girlie, I won't let my boys loose on you until a few of the not quite so well endowed amongst us has had an opportunity to open you up a little." He laughed. "After all it wouldn't be fair to inflict 10 and 11-inches. ”“Well, you had some of me.”“Yeah, I didn’t mean to complain. You didn’t think I was complaining, did you? Jeez, you are incredible.”“I think… I think we could fuck pretty soon. I mean you are definitely the sweetest boyfriend I ever had.”“Oh…” he said too loudly.Her head sprang away from his chest and she looked him in the eyes. “Oh, fuck! Oh, fuck, Jax. I’m sorry. I just thought from the way you told me… I thought you wanted to be my boyfriend. It’s totally my fault. Forget I said it.” She.