You slowly walk around the living room of our suite, searching the corners and behind the furniture. You make your way into the tiny kitchenette but e...sily see I am not in there. You see a closed door, a sure sign of a good hiding spot. You push open the door and walk into the bedroom, letting out a low moan as you see the king size bed with the sheets pulled back, the candles flickering around the room and my black silk robe laying on the bed. You call my name softly as you walk around the. My wife grinned and agreed with me saying that she felt her sister was over reacting too. I dove in a little more and told her about her sisters admonishment to Jackie about not wearing her night clothes around the house. Margie just laughed, did I mention? Margarie is my wife. Anyway, Marge told me that when they were growing up she and her sister Ellen used to run around the house in their nightshirts just before bed pretty much every night. I laughed saying well thats not what shes like now.. We housed the masons in a guest house on the estate and had arranged servants for them, which made their stay a pleasant one. One of Derwen's guiding principles was to keep people who worked for her happy.She had told me, "I get more work out of them and more work equals more profits. More profits then means more work for them, so we all get what we want." Fortunately the three local villages had the manpower to deal with the wood portion of the project.The plans for the projects that I had. It?s immediately clear from the state of her eyemake-up how much she?s been crying. ?God, Kayla...? I sigh and blinkback tears of my own as Kayla and I share a long, tight hug.?I?m sorry,? Kayla sniffs.?No- no,? I sigh. ?Don?t be sorry, just- just let me know what?s wrong,okay? Let me help you out.??How- how did you do it all that time?? Kayla asks. ?Lie to people, Imean.??...Thanks for wording it like THAT,? I snort.?I?m sorry,? Kayla mumbles, earning yet another hug from me. ?And Iguess I.