Skepticism mixed with the fervent hope this will really work that we both admit having. The half hour it takes to get to our place is longer than it m...ght normally be since our pedaling is slowed by a certain sense of fear and hesitation we also share equally. Finally making it back home, we lean our bikes against the front of the cabin and go on inside, the final moment of truth fast approaching. Grabbing two cokes from the fridge, we go out onto the back patio to talk about what we're about. Brenner couldn't tell since she kept her sweater on till after he left. Her skirt was loose and short--well above the knees. She decided against a plaid, thinking it was cliché and, instead, went for bright blue. She completed the outfit with a pair of pink ankle socks. She was going for a look that was both innocent and sexy--just short of slutty.And she succeeded beautifully.At the same time, Ashley was more nervous than she had ever been in her life--and she was starting to get second. Lady Katherine seemed excited by that prospect. Perhaps this was because she would be swopping an elderly, blind, minor lord of a husband in his seventies, who could not manage any sexual activity, to a virulent and handsome great Lord in his forties, who most certainly enjoyed all manner of sexual appetites.Ragan did have one rule that Lady Katherine would have to agree to, however. Ragan had always had a wandering eye as far as women were concerned. He had bedded village tarts, brothel. The fact that the source of his death was the source of his presence among his people, his peculiar and unique brain which had an ability to do things no one else could do, at least at the level he could do them, and which conceived and propagated and expanded his philosophy into a substantial though discrete and, in terms of society at large, peripheral cult basically exploded; even though it was called an aneurism, the people surrounding him agreed his brain just got too big for his skull,.