Helearned how to hand-wash her bras and panties properly, and how toarrange them in her underwear drawer.Another morning he learned how to tidy Mistre...s' chambers: how to makeher bed; how she wanted the corners folded; how to fluff and set thepillows; how to match the covers and the sheets. He learned how to tiethe curtains back elegantly; how to tidy her bedside table and hervanity; how to manage her wardrobe and care for her shoes.The housework seemed to be his favourite part. Whenever she. Her pink lips, identical in thickness and tone to her brother’s, formed a slight smile. ‘Hey. Um, Imar? I’m making myself breakfast, do you want anything?’ ‘Toast,’ he grumbled. ‘Thanks.’ ‘Yeah.’ Ace gazed into her inky black eyes unabashedly, watching as they darted guardedly between her brother and himself. He caught a glimpse of her bare shoulder. A droplet of water beaded down from the tips of her soft, spongy coils. He swallowed, aware of the taut feeling in the bottom of his stomach. His. My mind raced and my breathing was rapid and uneven. Beau looked at my face and I saw the concern in my eyes. He must have noticed my reaction."Chère…If you're not ready…" he began. I cut him off with a gentle kiss."No, I'm ready…just nervous is all…I…I've never…." My face burned and I turned my head, embarrassed at my words, even though I knew that he was already aware. He placed a hand on my cheek and stroked it gently with his thumb."It's ok Darlin’…I’m gunna take care of you…" he whispered. "How about B.C.S?" B.C.S.?" B.C.S. The Baltimore Chesapeake Station." Why them?" Better yet, who are they?"I've connections with them." Really? Like who?" My mother is a reporter there." Really? What does she usually cover?" Human interest stories." She ever do the science beat?" No. But she doesn't need to understand how it works to report on what it's doing."Jacob scratched his chin for a minute. "True. But it might have helped." Jacob, you do know that nobody in the school understands what.