When you have agenius like Puccini doing it, he makes a very good job, as you have justproved!" said Bill above the noise of the clapping and cheering...of theaudience as the curtain went up for the performers to take their bow. Iwiped my tears with a tissue and we stood and clapped as the principalperformers came on stage to receive the adulation of the audience.There was encore after encore, but eventually, the curtains stayedclosed and the auditorium began to clear."If we wait here for a few. ” I have to admit, it hurt to see the pain in his eyes, but rather than giving in, I turned around and lay down with my head on the opposite arm of the couch and, stretching out, placed my bare feet on his lap. “ Would you like a little more wine?” he asked and before I answered, he reached to pour wine into my glass and to his and handed mine to me. Sipping it, we looked at each other over the rim of our glasses and his eyes seemed to say, I adore you which made me quiver and realize I had. By then the sun was going down."It isn't safe," I said. "I'm surprised you've survived this long, right here by the road." Well," she said, "you see, this is part of my father's plantation, and he's one of the best-known loyalists around. He was a judge, the King's bench, the royal governor's friend, Dunmore. This bunch was the first to raid our place." How long's he been gone, your husband?" I asked, enjoying the food and her beauty."Two, no most three years," she said, raising an eyebrow. She. I don't know. I wanted a man so bad. You. You called me a slut that day," she said as we both remembered the day I'd hit her. "You wanted to spank me. Remember?" she asked."I should have," I grumbled."Spank me now daddy," she asked, getting down on her knees between my legs."Stop it," I warned, aware of the sudden rush of blood to my penis."Or what?" she challenged. "You always wanted to spank me... when I was bad." You're crazy... I just said that... once... when I was mad." I wanted you to. I.