I'm stuck for something to wear." Hope eyed the open wardrobe doubtfully. "No, I'm sure I've got something. It's just... what's Marcus definition of '...easonably smart'?" Did he tell you where you're going?" Shawna shook her head. "Or what he's wearing?" Another shake of the head."Right then... you go through, and I'll say yes or no, how's that. I don't want to spoil what's obviously a surprise, but I don't want either of you to feel any more of a fool than you have to." Why do we have to?". Master moved his left hand up to Phoebes shoulder and caressed her neck. His hand moved down in an attempt to satisfy his curiosity as to whether or not she was wearing underwear underneath her top.He let his hand drop further down to brush over her right breast. It was then that he realised another hand was underneath her top. Goddess was fondling her bare nipple, resulting in Phoebe’s breathing becoming deeper and more rapid. While kissing she moaned softly. Master slowly drew away from. Blood was crusted all over his clothes and his body, seeping from more wounds than she cared to count. His posture spoke of fatigue unto death, and she knew only his stubbornly defiant will kept him on his feet at all. She’d said her thanks to the gods that Ricard had been unconscious and then bound and secured before he began to come to; she felt sure that even he, weakened and injured and no fighter to begin with, would have been able to fight off her warrior love just then. And so, Silmaria. It's Ok," Heather assured him. "Lynn won't tell him. She doesn't tell him anything. They're not open like we are. I can tell you anything, can't I?" Of course you can." Ok then, I'll tell you this. She wants it. She thinks you're hot and is dying to get her ass tanned again by you again. Let's do it." She turned and headed to the house.Harold shook his head and followed.Entering the house, they called out for Lynn, and finally found her waiting in Heather's room."What are you doing in here?".