We can't reveal this to anyone." Oh. I understand. I can see three solutions. Trust me. Wipe my mind. Or, I tell Elizabeth my secret so she has the sa...e goods on me as I have on her." The sadness in Julie's eyes broke my heart. I tried to lighten the mood."I vote for number three. I want to hear your secret!" I insisted."I said Elizabeth could know, not you. You can never know, at least until this war is over," Julie whispered."You don't trust me?" I whined, trying to make her laugh. Bad. I'd cancelled because I was ill, but he was going to pop by to drop off my stuff for me. I'd fallen asleep and was dreaming about him in all different states of undress and arousal.The knock at the door woke me up and I jumped up off the couch, throwing the blanket off, to go answer the door. Just wearing my pyjamas and no underwear. I opened the door and Tom handed me my stuff. He smirked and laughed a little and then quickly left. I was a bit confused and disappointed he didn't stay to chat.. Grant was due back in town on Friday night, but hed probably be tired from the trip. She left a voicemail to let him know that shed be out with Cecilia and Stacey and that shed catch up with him on Saturday. She rushed home after work and picked out a red, draped-neck halter top that set off her caramel-toned skin perfectly, a black mini, and some red strappy heels to wear. After a quick shower and only 20 minutes of prep time, she was out the door. She scanned the parking garage for anyone out. Gilbride’s guests could be seen partly reflected in the manner that they dressed. For the most part, the men looked the same. Each wore an expensive looking coat and tunic, trimmed along the cuffs and hems. The only differences were subtle, such as the folds of a collar or the arrangement of buttons. It was the womens’ clothes that drew her attention and revealed race. The dresses of the Solars were engineered to be large and elaborate, each selecting a color to complement their light skin and.