‘Will you stop asking questions and pass me that suit over there!’ replied le Comte. Too busy worrying about the dinner to answer his page. Agnan...had tried on every single formal suit he had, each one more dazzling and flattering than the last. Finally he tried on his last suit, a dark purple with silver thread on the edges and a diamond on each wrist. This was his best and favorite suit although he’d never worn it before for fear of it being ruined. ‘Ah, sir! This is indeed the best you have. She slapped me on the shoulder and slipped inside her car. I was tempted to watch but didn't, though I did enjoy the play of emotions across her daughter's face as she saw her mother disrobing in a very public place.As the door opened to allow Helen to join us I slapped Natasha lightly on her posterior, "Your turn."She glared at me before walking past the giggling Kirsty to the back door of the SUV; I turned my attention to Helen who was smiling at the interplay with Natasha. "Did you have any. Once my mind was short circuited enough from her attention, she ended the kiss with a smile, and I was even more confused than before.“I was wondering the same thing, though I was too scared to ask the question. I know it makes me sound like a silly girl, but if I didn’t ask the question, I wouldn’t have to worry about rejection. I will have you any way I can, Pathios, but if I had a choice, I would want us to be companions. Not just in adventuring, but in all aspects of each other’s lives. " "What?" Donald laughed aloud at his girlfriend's misgiving. "That's preposterous!" Stella didn't seem all that reassured. "Do you think so?" He chuckled. "Of course. It's absurd. Believe me, you have no reason to worry." "None?" "Not in the least." "I love you." "I love you, too." Stella thought about Donald's reassurances. He was right, of course. It was preposterous of her to suppose that this drunken lesbian would discern the truth about her. Stella and Donald had gone out countless times.