”“I think we may have just planted a baby in my belly Sky, but I want to be sure. Can we do that again with me sitting on you like this?”“We c...n do this whenever you like Paleface, just as long as we are able.”Beth leaned back and traced the outline of the mark on his chest in the dark, she felt once again like she was flying high above the prairie. She and Sky were soaring and riding the winds. He took her to see the creek, he showed her their home She looked down and saw three boys and two. Next morning I wake up to Carl cooking an omelet. He approaches cookinglike he does his inventions, and more often than not the results areamazing. Which is a good thing because I have super-strong sensesincluding taste, which can be a lot less fun than you might think.While I'm waiting for breakfast, I put on the TV and they're showingfootage of the latest Superior. He looks like a teenager, maybe eighteenyears old, and he's pretty good. Apparently, some robbers took off witha bank truck full. I was then seated at the makeup table and Debbie started to apply her cosmetics to my face. She had me face the mirror so I could see what she was doing 'for training' as she put it.I watched incredulously as my identity was buried beneath the colourful layers of the cosmetics. My eyes, my eyelashes, my skin and my lips had all been transformed."I hope you were paying attention," Debbie said "because a good maid helps her lady with these things. You do want to be a good maid don't you?"I was. I have to keep that promise. My word is my bond, and I intend to keep it. I can’t let myself love you, you who is so worthy of love.You need, deserve, a man who can make that same promise to you, and keep it. A man who can understand that love is a lot more than sex, and that good things come to those who wait. A man who will treasure you like the jewel you are, for what you are.I ask you to make me a promise. I have no right to request it, but it is out of my care for you that I ask. Promise.