If I was not going to go to work, I could at least get some work done at home.All day long, my thoughts returned to the pretty blonde. Why was she the...e each morning? Why did she never take the bus? Why did she always seem so happy? Where did she live? What did she do during the day? Was she, and did I even dare to think it, single? I had no business even contemplating such a thing, not with the hours I worked each week, but the thought stuck around like a bad song, echoing in my head all day. I looked around to see if anybody had noticed me but everybody was too busy gossiping about their neighbours or bitching about their husbands. My thoughts went back to the orgasm. I realized that the boy might have felt the same way when I touched him there and he spewed that milky stuff on my hand. That night I attempted to relive that morning's episode in the river. Quietly pulling up my skirt, I let my hands do their thing, repeating the same actions that had worked in the morning. My sister. I asked the steward where I might find Vostich. I was informed the east tower.Soon, I could feel his presence ahead of me."Paul. I felt your arrival and decided to come see what you wanted," Vostich told me.I bowed. "I have come to ask you more about the history of this sword," I said, tapping the sword at my side.He nodded we went to his library. He took down an overly large, but thin book, and laid it on the table. On the cover was a very detailed depiction of the very sword at my side. The. He felt she was his greatest weakness, yet did not know how to surrender to it. Since their wedding they hadn’t had time alone at all, so much planning for the expedition, the wedding itself, and Ava avoided him at every chance they had to be alone. They even had separate cabins onboard. What he learned of her he adored. He had never loved before, it was such a strong emotion, and he was unsure of his feelings. He continued his gaze down her fine, fit form. She was wearing a simple short.