But he knew the rules. She would walk into a bathroom, take her clothes off leaving just a bra and panties and her high heels. They were never the sam.... He loved seeing her emerge, different every time. He would reach for her. She would go to him, but not today.Today they reach the room together. She is holding his hand a little apprehensive about what she will find, but trusting him to protect her. They are late. The one thing he always chastises her about. She never can judge the travel time. The floor was covered with silk woven carpets thrown across one another. Thick cushions of various sizes made up the furnishings. On one of them, asleep, sprawled a grizzled looking, middle aged, Kushtian man in a long heavy fur trimmed robe."We will take some sherbet. I understand that you do not enjoy the hunashif."Ellie had not particular objection to the stuff but she didn't think this was the time for it, "At the right time, Excellency, but not if you wish for sound advice." As it was the. He also seemed very pissed off. I would’ve left him there, but he was tearing the place apart and I wasn’t going to clean the shit up.“Oh, I’m sorry daddy. Can I get you a beer and your slippers?”Strangely enough he didn’t reply. He just glared at me for a few seconds and kept on messing up the living room. I never actually saw him like that before. He was the brooding type, not the kick ass maniac type. “What are you looking for?!”“Just leave me alone! Go piss somebody off somewhere!”Now I was. We girls aren't, as a rule, quite so hair-triggered as guys are. Sure, we like our sex, sometimes. Sometimes we love our sex. But we're usually not quite so desperate for it. We can postpone gratification." Yeah, and guys, like you said, are easy. --You could probably even phone your old boyfriend, tell him you've changed your mind, and he'd come running." Maybe. But that would be dishonorable. I wouldn't do that."I believed her. She was weird, but her attitude made sense -- sort of. "I'm.