”“My name is Sandrine. May I ask your name?”He looked puzzled but he responded.“My name is Henry. How may I help you?”“How old are you, He...ry?”Henry’s puzzlement turned to uneasiness. He stepped back through an opening at the rear of the shop.“Father,” he called, “will you assist, please?”“What is—”The man Sandrine remembered from those two nights years ago stopped dead when he saw Sandrine.“You? What are you doing here?”Sandrine stared. She knew she could not afford to antagonize the man but. Her stare can be pretty intimidating. She looked older than me too. I asked them how they met each other and it turned out she was one of his professor's assistant. She was a senior, so my suspicion was correct. I felt like such a k** around her, and I just couldn't handle it so I left.My first instinct was to leave the party, but I didn't want to seem too obvious so I went and got some drinks instead. I poured myself a tall glass of straight vodka and swallowed it down in three gulps. Needless. Our lips barely touched and it took every inch of my willpower to stop myself from gripping him tightly and kissing him back. Well, it wasn’t just that, I was also terrified of all the ‘what ifs’.The back of his hand then gently stroked my belly and I couldn’t help the soft whimpering moan escaping my lips. Mike froze and I saw a shocked look come across his face. He seemed to be fixed to the spot forever, his hand hovering above my belly. It was only a matter of second and I knew I had to. Is your family able to travel with you? Mendow inquired.Sadly shaking his head the Colonel replied, No, I have no family. They died long ago, and I have neither mate nor the prospects of one, which given my normal profession is probably a good thing.Why is this, a good thing? Mendow asked.The Colonel's face assumed a somber cast as he said, I must travel a great deal, I am seldom in one location for long, and must be prepared to follow the refuse to eliminate it at a moment's notice, which is.