I really, really, really need to fuck you again!’ I didn’t need much more encouragement to finish and head for the car. ‘Are we going to your pl...ce?’ I asked. ‘Well, no – someplace much better. As fortune would have it, I’m watching the house of one of our Board members for a few days. It is beautiful, with an ocean view – and wait until you see the – oh, no, just wait. John’s a good friend of mine. I think he would approve if I had someone stay over – someone like you.’ He reached over and. Just knew. So he was putting a move on her. Almost imperceptibly, she loosened the cord on her housecoat to make it easier to remove, then turned to face him.“Obviously we can’t sleep together, Caitlin, that wouldn’t be right. But if you tell me what you want, I know I can arrange it for you.” She was crushed, she didn’t know what to say. He continued. “So if I asked you what you would like to try first, what would it be? Think about it before you answer, I’m absolutely, 100% deadly serious.”. I went around to the back door, which I knew would be unlocked, and marched into the kitchen. And there she was, chopping carrots.“Ooh, make yourself at home, won’t you?” she said, frantically trying to get the tone right, to balance ‘Get out of my fucking house’ with an unmistakable ‘Nice to see you.’“Sorry,” I said, crumbling immediately in the presence of this immensely attractive, all-powerful mother figure.“Ben, you look terrible,” she said. “Come and lie down.”She took me into the spare. He had no time to stop and admire the profusion of flowers in the garden within; time was of the essence. Feeling along the castle wall, he counted 19 stones up and 40 stones over. Pressing hard, he heard more than felt, a section give way. Saints bless whichever old laird who'd constructed these secret passageways!Coming to the door at the end, he swung it open, and stood there staring across the room, his breath catching in his throat. She was seated on a stool before the hearth, brushing her.