"Are you up to a little talking, Courtney? Or would you prefer to rest before we start." Breakfast revived me, and as long as you keep me supplied wit... this marvelous cake, I'll talk all day. What is it? I'd love the recipe." It's traditional Lakota plum cake. Besides the usual butter, flour, and baking soda, it's made from dark raisins, purple plums, toasted hazelnuts, cloves, honey, and maple syrup. I'll teach you how to make it. I think we will need a good supply. Courtney, you are carrying. ”I ran out to the middle of the field, but didn’t get onto the tarp, puzzled why they’d ask me out there. “I’m sure Cal has no idea why I asked him out here. It’s because it’s going to be up to him, and his teammates, to determine the size of the final donation. What do you think, Cal? Do you think a thousand dollars per point scored by the Salthawks is enough?”“No, Judge, I don’t. I don’t want to bankrupt you, so why don’t we simply make it a nice and even ten thousand per point scored? Split. Tonight I want to be the one chained to the bed. Maybe we'll let you try it out later. Put the blindfold on so that I don't know where you're going to touch me with the feather. It's all the better that way because I can't anticipate it so it comes as a shock each time." You know this from experience?" he asked."Remember those secrets I told you about earlier?" Say no more," he grinned.Allison lay down on the bed and spread her arms and legs out toward the bedposts. It was such a vulnerable yet. I felt like a deer not only caught in headlights but being hit multiple times in the middle of a major highway. "Ei-eight o'clock... ?" Eight will be fine," Renée answered for me.Reynolds grinned at Renée, then leaned in close and kissed my cheek. In my ear she whispered, "And my name is Cicely." Cicely," I repeated under my breath. The feel of her breath across my ear as well as the musky scent of her perfume was making me light headed. Either that or the fact that I was as hard as.