"I'm fine Mrs Faulkner. No broken bones this time. But it looks as if I've been broken into." Oh no! Oh dear! Has anything been stolen, dear?" Nothing...of value. Just the broach." Oh no! Not the broach! Oh dear. I'm so sorry! Have you called the Police Department yet, dear?"Ginny smiled a tiny smile then at Mrs Faulkner's use of the Police Department term. Huntsville's Police Department consisted of one part time constable in his late 50s. Happy Harry was everybody's friendly local cop."I've. Catla was on him like the proverbial duck on a June bug and she made him slink back to camp and then locked him into the big cage I'd brought to keep captured guineas in. They were no longer small enough to get out through the mesh and I'm sure it was a lesson he wouldn't forget. He had to mope in there after the others were given leave again and he looked very sad while Catla was doling out pets, ear scratching, and praise to all the others."How long you gonna keep poor Fido in prison? He's. As soon as he said hi, his hand was on my back. It felt good and he started moving it around as we talked. I started tingling and it showed through my sweater. I’m pretty sure he noticed. I don’t know how it happens, but every time the right guy comes over to me in a bar we end up in bed pretty quickly.He sat down next to me, we were talking about nothing really, about the fireplace maybe, and then he slid his hand over my thigh. By this time, he knew I liked it. I love it when a man can read. I shrieked in surprise."Now, is that any way to reward your master?" James said with an amused chuckle. "I was just going to give you a ride to the table." James!" I screamed. I threw my arms around him and pulled my body up until I could plant my lips against his. My tongue tried to part his lips, but while he kissed me back, he thwarted my attempts to French him until he finally turned his head and broke the kiss."Later," he said, panting just a little.He turned and starting walking through.