"You know, you shouldn't only look for excitement in stories, you can find it in real life too. She looked round at me and smiled. "Do you have any of...the Chianti left?" "I don't know, I'll have a look in the storeroom" Five minutes or so passed, then I heard "there is one bottle but I can't reach it, could you help me?" I walked into the storeroom, to the left there was a separate cupboard filled with alcohol, I walked in, she had her back to me the bottle was above her head, as I put my hand. Masculine and beautiful all at the same time. His hair was very dark with unruly curls that he attempted to tame by tying it in a ponytail at the nape of his neck. And his eyes. Icy blue they were. Penetrating. Eyes that saw too much by half. Then she noticed the broad expanse of his chest and the dark hair peeking from the V in his tunic not to mention biceps that bulged in the restraining short sleeves. His arms were vein roped, heavily muscled and dusted with dark hair. He was so tall, her. .. if I remember right.”“Yes Sir, he’s the Constable there and a good friend to all.”“Good. Now Hoot, we got us a bad problem here. You see ... them girls keep running off and trying to hitchhike out of the State. They’re afraid they’re going to be split up by the state welfare department. Their Grandma has done the best she could ... but they’re just too ornery to listen to her. I’ve had enough. I already told Ms. Hawks that I can’t keep babysitting two teenage girls who are hell-bent on. "If you want it to keep the gag out of your mouth put your face at my feet, rub your face on my boots." I whimpered but I didn't want the gag back, I bent my face to her feet, pressing it against her boots feeling and smelling the leather. She spoke again. "What about hungry? Branca? Uh huh?" I gave an mmm in response. "Well," Connie said, "ask me to shave your head and then you can eat."I was puzzled, confused by her response."Sorry Branca, that was not quick enough," Connie said pulling her.