I asked her up to what level she would be happy to pose for me and she said fully naked. I arranged a meeting but unfortunately the car broke down on ...he way and I had to cancel. I was expecting her to think I was just wasting her time but she was very understanding and a week later I was on my way to visit her. She made me feel very comfortable and I had to disagree with her description as I thought she would be very photogenic. After a cup of tea and a chat She told me to be relaxed and she. His hair extended down past his shoulders, a dark, sleek looking mass that made her want to run her fingers through it. He had sharp cheekbones and a strong jaw, darkened with whiskers that threatened to become a beard soon. His eyes seemed to gather the moonlight and reflect it back, making them glow pale white. He was the most beautiful thing she’d ever seen. The man smiled as she had this thought, and she wondered if it was beyond the realm of possibility that he could hear her mind.I hear. She still wouldn't look at me. "Megan, I'm the same person as I was earlier. I care for you, and I won't hurt you." Don't say that!" She hissed with venom, "I won't be a chess piece for you to play with." She stood, curtsied, and asked my permission to leave. She left without giving me time to say anything.Shit! She hates me. Now what do I do?I found Richard talking to his son, Rick, in the library. "May I borrow a horse?" I asked him. "I'd like to visit Lady Polyantha at Lady Kathryn's. She wondered, at times, if she could keep it up for fifty more fights. She had doubts sometimes in the deep of the night, and she cried into her pillow more than once. She still felt guilt even, for killing people. Some stood out more than others. Some of the kids seemed positively afraid of her, and those she tried to end as quickly and cleanly as possible. A few she strung out, smart asses, but most of the time she tried not to make people suffer. She hoped, if she ever lost a fight, that.