The mistress of the house stepped outside from the see-through door and stepped closer to her. She circled around her until she was facing her again. ...‘How old are you?’ she demanded to know. Light Heart debated whether to answer or not. She was undecided if she should cooperate or refuse to do anything but thinking that refusing would only cause her more pain and heartache and interfere with her plans of escaping, she decided to make the most of what she was given and worry about escape when. ” He nodded and stared the song and that old man could make that horn sing. Brad and I walked up the steps and sat on the bench along the side of the Gazebo still holding hands. He looked at me and said, “This place is lovely and the music is so sweet Clark.” He stood and with my hand still in his and he asked me “Will you dance with me? I want to be your partner. I want to hold you in my arms under the moon and the stars. I hope you’re willing to pick your feet up and dance with me?” “Of. Jay is my life-mate; ours souls are linked on another plain. His wily-strength and verging-on gaunt features, rough with stubble, are reminiscent of an ancient gunslinger from the west. His kind nature and cunning vast intellect are a constant source of intrigue and pleasure for me.We stumbled out the backseat and the cool night air cut through us like a knife, our nipples immediately standing out, hard and insistent in the almost wintry nip. Looking up the stars sparkling on a bed of inky. I was shouting "hi's" and "howareya's" to friends we passed in the hall, not thinking to introduce my best friend. I guess I took her for granted and thought that she would just know these guys and gals. She stiffened after the fourth or fifth person had gone by and it dawned on me what I had done. I started, with the very next person, to introduce her. "This is Sam, Samantha Morse, she moved in next door this summer and she's real cool." Sam flashed the 500-watt smile saving the extra wattage.