Revanche watched Bartolow carefully touching his paw to the books in the study, "we all enjoy reading, I can setup a library in your lair if you want.... Bartolow glanced over his shoulder "you can do such?" Revanche smiled with a nod "I don't know if you read english or latin but I can do my best where a language is concerned." Renlock chuckled from the doorway "Bartolow can read any words, the language doesn't matter, before we lost the books you were up to thirty some odd different ones. “No bring them on through to the kitchen,” she said as she turned and walked back through a long passage way to her kitchen. I followed her and admired the way her body moved as she walked, and I could feel myself getting a little aroused at the sight that was before me. We arrived in what was very nice large kitchen and she placed her bottles down on the work top and asked me to do the same with the cartons of orange juice. “I will just put those cartons in the fridge as I like my juice cold,“. Andrew and I had been dating since my sophmore year of highschool, about six years ago, but we hardly ever had sex. I usually got so nervous, he didn’t want to, afraid that he made me feel uncomfortable, or felt like he was making me do something I didn’t want to do.But tonight, it wasn’t something I felt like doing, it’s something I wanted, I needed, I craved, more than air itself. Like the need for his body was pumping constantly, pounding through my veins.‘Come on,’ I begged breathlessly.His. He stood up and came over to me. He sat down. His eyes were a grayish blue and I was intoxicated by their gaze. He spoke softly, "I'm sorry miss, is this seat taken?", such a sly man, yet charming. I shook my head no and so he sat down."I couldn't help but notice you were sitting here all alone. Such a beautiful girl shouldn't have to waste her day alone." I smiled."You are right. I did get stood up and I do enjoy the company." He smiled at me."Would you like to join me in my suite upstairs?.