I sit looking at her over the breakfast table, as she laughs and jokes with the k**s, I’m thinking ‘What women bake their own croissants?… What ...omen look like that?…. Earn as much as their husbands?… .Keep themselves practically as fit as a professional athlete?…. Radiate positivity and playfulness that raises the spirits of everyone around them?’ The last four attributes… yes. I’m sure there are such women. Probably many even. But they don’t bake their own croissants.When they leave to spend. " She batted her eyes at him as seductively as possible."You could talk me into it," Michael admitted. "Back to the meal, what have you laid on?" Typical Christmas fare. Roast turkey, stuffing, mashed potatoes, mashed turnips, cole slaw, giblet gravy, and for dessert, a choice of mincemeat, pumpkin and apple pie. Oh, and as a special request from some British among us, Christmas pudding. Y'know, I've never had Christmas pudding before." Neither have I," Penny confessed. "I'll have to try that.". .. Gwendolyn."I looked at her, "but you like Gin."She nodded as she blushed, "that was what my mother called me."We walked through the Keep and I opened the door to our room. I looked at the two tall chests that had appeared against one wall. I smiled and walked to the bed and moved the bow and quiver. I undressed slowly and glanced at Gin as she blushed and took her robe off. She moved to the bed and lay back and opened her legs.She just lay there and I finally smiled and knelt. I pulled her. I told Abi to do the same, and we carefully examined the dim reaches of the tunnel. This worked so well, that I decided to ask for night vision goggles. A moment later, two complete sets were on the floor at our feet. I showed Abi how to use them, and we were ready to advance down the tunnel.I caught a glimpse of motion farther down the tunnel. Without hesitation, I fired a short burst, but I doubted that I hit anything. I wasn't sure that I really saw anything, or I may have just reacted to a.