Rubbing her head, she giggled. In the kitchen lights her returned aura was barely visible, but it flashed bright green as she laughed."Moosic?" she as...ed. She had a high piping voice, like a flute talking."Music?" I replied. "You want music?" Yas, moosic."I started to go get my guitar, then stopped myself. I knew the perfect tune for her, and I needed my piano for that.Elton John's "Tiny Dancer" just seemed to fit.She followed me into my living room, zipping around leaving sparkling trails in. , was crazy hot.Like, lose your train of thought hot.Fry an egg on the sidewalk in summer hot.Surface of the sun hot.Which almost made her constant demands worth it. Almost.Today was one of those rare times when she was actually coming by in person to talk about the latest deliverable. Of course, she was late and kept pushing the meeting back from before lunch, to mid-afternoon, to dinner time, to now pushing 9:00. 9:00 on a Thursday, the depart-, hell, the whole building was empty. Even the. Then, when your folks get back, I'll have to tell them where you are, and why you're there." He lifted the phone, and began to dial."NO! Oh, please, please, no! I swear, I'll never do it again! I'll do anything, just please, don't!"Dan turned towards her. "Anything?" he asked, smiling.The girl, not totally naive but too frightened to think, nodded, sniffling. Dan put the phone back down."All right. I won't call, IF you do everything I tell you to. But if you don't, I'll be on the phone to the. 'Strangely, he discovered that that prospect did not annoy him, but rather roused his prick to new strengths. At home in England, he had been worried about boys chasing his beloved daughter; here in Kobekistan it seemed the most natural thing in the world that she should be the mistress of the ruler of the land within hours of arriving there.'No, a mistress, not the mistress, ' he mentally corrected himself."You are very beautiful," Henry murmured, "Where did you spring from, I wonder?"Taking.