‘Always the gentleman, Warren is. And what else did he tell you about proper behaviour?’ Erin asked humorously as she studied the sheepish express...on in Cade’s face. ‘A lot of things, and very useful too, I hope.’ He reached for her hand and held it to his mouth as he kissed her skin lightly. ‘He told me a woman liked to be worshipped and invited to fine dinners with good wines.’ He pointed at the bag right next to him. ‘That’s why I brought white wine to go with the Tandoori, of course.’ ‘Oh?’. I mean my princess was still out there, but I was pretty sure a woman like her would have found a man by now. What red-blooded man could resist her? And ... I had met Chris. She wasn't my princess. I couldn't imagine Chris lying in bed, with whipped cream on her nipples, saying "I have olives, Baby, and I'm hungry right now!" She was too smooth for that. She had class. I had calmed down a little, and knew she was just being nice to me. She had helped out the geek, doing her part to help those. Did you dye it?" NO I DIDN'T DYE IT!" she yipped."Well don't yell at me!" he complained. "I'm just telling you what I see!"Frustrated, she turned sideways to him."Look lower!" she snapped.She watched his eyes drop past her chest and then jerk back up. She watched them widen as he saw the objects of her concern. Then she saw his face get red and his eyes jerk back up to her face."What?" he asked weakly."Don't even try it," she said. "You saw them." Them?" His eyes were everywhere except on her. I had rigged a sling for my shotgun so that I could carry it over my shoulder, and it would always be in position for quick use. I was also wearing a belt that held six of the 10-round box magazines, eight of which I had built myself. I was fully loaded with shells charged with #00 buckshot, so I was ready to fight a war if one should come up.It was getting late in the afternoon and I had started home when I ran into a dust devil as I was walking back toward where I had parked my car. A dust.