Turning off your torch you step up in front of me and slip you one hand round my waist and run the other through my hair. Pulling you face down to min..., our lips meet in a soft kiss, our tongues lightly touching. Leaning against me as I, in turn, lean on the tree you start to rub your body against mine. Pulling you close to me I softly kiss your neck and then move to your ear into which I blow a huge raspberry! Indignant you step back and put your hands on your hips, pouting. I laugh telling. Lydia motioned to me. “Since I think we’re done right now, you might want to let us have that.”“Oh.” I moved in the bed, allowing me to remove the substitute from between us. Lydia dropped it into the pot for cleaning. The two priestess of the temple began helping Elisif clean up and dress in court attire while my ladies assisted me. As we got ready, I said, “Elisif, while I am your consort, at this time I cannot stay by your side. There are more dangers in and to Skyrim that I must vanquish. She had been acting weird. Not pissed off weird, embarrassed weird. And she knows I can be a slob, why would I care if her room was messy? I knew that if it was still bothering me this much I should just ask, but I didn’t want to make her feel any worse than she already did. What I really wanted to do was go into her room and see if I could find the answer myself.I was thinking about this as I was walking past her bedroom the next day, her door cocked open again. I stopped in front of it. Here. I was happy that he understood.“So you’re not married?” he asked.“No,” I replied, “Not yet.”Sam and I had a good relationship, but it had not progressed to the point of solidifying it. We had our ups and downs.“Well,” he replied, “If you ever want to have a drink, just look me up."He handed me a business card. I studied the card. “John Sweeny, Attorney-At-Law.”“I might just have to share a drink with you,” I shot back. He was a few years older, with a little gray on the side, and wrinkles.