Had she heard him correctly? Had he asked her what she longed to hear? No, she must have dozed off and imagined it all, wishing only to hear what her ...eart desired. A rake, especially one like the Earl of Whittenhall would never – ‘Emma, I just asked you to marry me.’ He reinstated. ‘Have you no answer for me?’ ‘I…I don’t know what to say.’ ‘Say yes. I want you to say yes.’ Her heart soared. Oh, how she wanted to. Yet the small voice inside her that remained wise told her that becoming his. The attention mademy nipples erect. Several guys started a conversation with us in thehopes that they could get to know us better. We politely turned down anyoffers for companionship. When we finished eating, we went back to thebridal shop.We were early, but, we spent our time picking out the invitations andthe many other things that we would need. The saleslady brought wine andwe sipped it while we made our selections. Finally, Mrs. Epstein enteredthe front of the shop to tell us that we could. Your rose color lipstick and nail polish tell me that is your favorite color.”She blushed and whispered, “They are called Flirty Fit, a lacey cheeky panty, and yes, a lovely dark rose color, it has been a pleasure to serve you,” she said as the first $20.00 bill vanished into the waistband of her shorts that enabled me to see the pretty satin bow on the waistband of the lacey panty. She let the spandex snap back and placed her middle finger on the table and slid the next bill her way and asked,. I had never seen this bunch of body builders Paul was training. Paul took the towel from his waist and started to get dressed. I looked at him before he picked up his boxers to put them on. I wondered how I could ever be happy with what Paul had hanging between his muscular legs. Soft it must have been a couple of inches and hard maybe five inches and not very big around. I wondered if I hadnt, been taken in our upstairs washroom by Vincent and his friends if Id still be happy with Paul? I.