I’d absolutely love that, but not like this, not this way because you’re broke and hungry. That would just be taking advantage of the new friend t...at I’m trying really hard to make. I just want to get you past being afraid of me and nervous and unhappy. You get a meal into you and things will look a little different, I hope, and I don’t mind at all. I’m happy to be talking to somebody as lovely as you. My girl out there in the truck isn’t much for conversation, and she’s about the only one. I mean he’s a married man. For 15 years now to be exact. I remember the day we met 8 months ago like it was yesterday. I had just got out of a bad break up and just wanted to drink my sorrows away. And then I met him. Trav Northrop. What a weird name I thought. I giggled initially when I first heard him say it with that friendly Texan accent of his. He had the most angelic looking gray eyes I had ever seen. He always called me Laine, a shortened version of my actual name, Alaina. It was a slow. Above lay an endless star-strewn canopy that, in parts, was the same midnight blue as my eyes. Sweeping, night-cloaked valleys stretched out all along my left side and to my right, the black, whistling trees of the thick, northern forest stood swaying in a dry and snappy wind. Smiling, I slid a hand beneath my shirt, absently trailing the line of my collar bone and running my fingers deliciously down my cool neck. My nipples peaked, poking the thin material that was their only cover. I moaned. Thenext morning Kisha wakes me and get me dressed in a beautiful whitesilk flower girl dress. I ask what is the special occasion. She says asshe starts to brush my hair. We will be landing in Switzerland aboutnoon. Daddy asked her to make sure I was in my best dress. I ask why?She explains as she finishes brushing my hair and ties a beautifulwhite silk ribbon into a bow in my hair. Daddy is the guest of honor ata Banquet in Blades honor. I almost gag at the thought of it. Kishasays do not worry.