And ... I suspect he’s watched a lot more of the videos just because I’m here...”“And worried about what a prisoner might do to you,” Morale... interrupted to say.“No, he’s...”“Hush, Jas. I’m not complaining. I would in his place. It only makes sense that he would check on your well-being. But are you sure he won’t peek at night?”“The guy has two beautiful women who obviously love him. I seriously doubt he goes without sex, so why should he care what we do at night? Besides, like I said, he’s an. You know as well as I do that he is likely dead. We need to conserve our money. We don’t know how much longer we will be allowed to stay here, once the Count has declared Jean dead.”“This is the last dress, I promise,” Marguerite said, “but I won’t give up on Jean like that. He promised me he would come home and I believe he will. But, I will make sure that today is the last fitting I have. I should go, h-she is expecting me.”Marguerite stood up, trying not to react to the slip of the tongue. "He tried to smile, to lighten things up. Sometimes that worked, other times it would just piss me off more.He reached out to touch me. I leaned away from him. The ick factor was still strong."I just thought it would be really hot..."I gave him a look, and he dropped it.But he didn't.He was a sneaky bastard and usually got what he wanted. I guess that means I would let him get what he wanted, but hey, he's the bastard, not me.It was subtle at first. While in the throes of passion, he would call. We talk on phones for whole nights.we were in so much love with each other that we did not get to know when we start fantasying with each while talking on the phone once we plan to meet alone in his room as his room partner was going to meet his parents on weekend. I reached his room at 11 am on Saturday I knock the door and he came out in my fav jeans and shirt and I was to in his fave blue suit with a zipper at back well we greet each other and shakes hand on the door and went inside his room.