” she said.“We’ll make it right by the man. I’m working on it. It might not be as easy as it would with almost anyone else. But it is doable. ...nd, I promise you it will be done,” he said. “I just have to figure out what button to push. I know he’s got one, everyone does. It’s just a matter of finding it.”“Thank you, my husband,” she said.“Well, they haven’t gotten back to us. But, I guess that is an RSVP in itself,” said Henrietta.“Yes, I think you’re right. So, we just go ahead and get it. The Bagaceratops was about thirty centimetres high at the shoulder and half a meter long. It was bright green in colour, with feathers that reminded me strongly of a parrot. It had the classic herbivorous dinosaur head – it looked like a triceratops without a frill or horns. Completing the resemblance to a parrot was the beak, which to my eyes made the connection between it and later birds incredibly obvious. Anyway, after jumping up and down and hugging each other, Opal's mouth found mine. We. "Don't be silly Lizzie I understand, but you should be proud of your body."Almost as he said it, he knew how inappropriate he'd been by saying that."Oh, I shouldn't have said that," he quickly muttered "sorry."Lizzie giggled and said, "Silly Mr Smith."In order to cut through his embarrassment, he said, "you'd better get off to bed, it's another long day tomorrow." Ok, I'll see you in the morning and thank you again."And with that she walked off down the corridor to her room, leaving Mr Smith. Feeling Him approach, His scent filling her nostrils, His nearness reaching out to almost touch her quivering skin and hears His confident steps as He walks around her, examining her from His position above her. He commands her in a voice which is deceptively quiet to rise... which she does in one fluid movement, body arching as she rises, hair flowing like brushed silk, body fluid and graceful, to appear, naked in front of Him. She stands perfectly still, barely breathing as His hand brushes.