"Lady Garth stared in disbelief, "He," she started to say."Is a very wise man, Lady Garth," I added, "May I wish you good day?" "No indeed you may not..." Lady Garth insisted, "Not until this matter is settled."I groaned, my head was far from cleared yet, "Then allow me some privacy that I may dress,"I asked reasonably enough."No, I shall remain," Lady Garth insisted."Then so be it," I suggested and I pulled my night shirt clean over my head to stand naked, sadly unaware that my cronies had writ. As he punched up the phonebook he sniggered to himself.Michele commenced her ritual; she stroked her face with her fingertips.Her skin was still smooth from the close shave she had had two hours ago. God, had this nightmare only been happening for two hours? It seemed like forever! She applied a thick but even basecoat of foundation to her face and neck and then set it with a liberal dusting of matching face powder. She then went to work on her eyes. Michele forced her hand to remain steady. Buttons clattered against the walls as my shirt was ripped open and pulled off and discarded. “Christ!” She slid down along my body, nails raking my chest and stomach with tender pain. She undid my slacks and yanked them down with my underwear and hurled them into some forgetful corner. I didn’t even hear the belt buckle strike the wood. I managed to peer down and saw my erection throbbing with carnal vigor. “Make me cum,” I said, out of breath. “I plan to,” she said with a lush flashing of. If you didn't have bad dreams I'd be worried." But it was so real. He was standing there, he was staring at me and flashing that kn ... knife around." She shook her head, wrapping her arms around her waist."You should get back to bed, Kaylee," Gabe said, his eyes traveling over the length of her. She'd taken off the sweats before going to bed and was now only wearing his tee shirt and the thick white socks. Her legs were long and tan, leanly muscled. His tee shirt reached about mid thigh.