“Like, you’re not LEAVING, leaving?”You open the medicine cabinet. Toothbrush, toothpaste, deodorant…“RIGHT?” she asks, panicked.You slam ...he mirrored door shut and glare at her. “I don’t know. But I’m not staying HERE while I figure that out.” She leans in, and then her hands reach for you, tug at your shirt, your hair. You sweep her arm away with your own and return to the bedroom. Where the hell are your keys…?“Baby…” Her voice is quiet and gentle. Then her hand finds the middle of your. "Once again, I thought, a cover of a book is no indicator of what is therein.Caroline drank from her tankard and continued. "I was the leading lady of the Players when Amy joined our troupe, and I have performed in most of Mr Sheridan and Mr Goldsmith's plays, besides writing some of my own which the Players have presented from time to time, to some acclaim. I took Amy under my wing, as she was such a sweet and vulnerable girl, who would, and did, get the attention of rakes and libertines, all. I sat and watched as she slept, she never stirred for the 10 minutes I sat there looking at her, she looked great with her pink halter neck top, her blue denim skirt and tights, I was slowly getting aroused as I stared at her arse tight against her skirt. I was sitting there with a boner in my tracksuit bottoms and lustful thoughts going threw my mind that I decided I wanted to have a closer look at that tight arse. So I stood up and walked over to her and stood so my groin was in line with her. " Always ready to assist a damsel in distress."Despite the corniness of the line she gave me a big smile. "I'll see you after the show." she called out as she turned and headed back toward the costume racks. I followed her example and returned backstage to my work at the prop table.It turned out to be a smooth night as far as props were concerned. Nothing more eventful happened than the routine checkout and loading of our prop gun. It was a gussied up antique twelve gage with a fake muzzle over.