. no, I was just... well, I like looking at you," I whispered. Then I took a big chance. "I mean you're really pretty." It was her turn to blush and I...felt better. I was glad my chair was scooted under the table, though, because saying it made me get even harder.We had only been whispering, and there wasn't anybody close to us, but she looked around us anyway. Her blush faded and she looked at me as if she hadn't known me for the last six years. Finally she just said, "Thank you." She opened. I looked into my uncles face and smiled and moved my hands around him in a tight hug. Nestling my head into his shoulder I spoke in a quiet voice. I have never felt anything like that before. That was soooo good. Finally I dozed off into a light sleep. I awoke with a slight start. The room was bathed in twilight. It was obvious that it was getting darker outside. We must have napped for more than an hour. He had produced a blanket and our naked bodies were cozily snuggled under its warmth. I. Because of this, Wes opted to keep his momentum up and get to his truck. He could come back later to get his coat and other stuff. The closer to the door Wes got, the more the bag jerked and writhed. After rolling up his knit ski mask, he opened the door and carefully trudged out to his idling truck. The snow wasn?t terribly deep, but with a squirming woman in the bag made the walk much more treacherous. Finally, he opened the rear hatch of his Highlander and wrestled her inside. Wes. She was content to stay there, at work along the trails with her husband or in the village with her in-laws and kids. She rarely went into Rika Chorna, and was lucky to make it to Danube City even once a year. However, in her world she became well liked and found her Path in Life.The arrival of Cecilia's little nephew prompted big changes in several people's lives. At first it seemed that where he would be staying would present a dilemma, because Victor Dukov did not have any extra rooms in his.