"If something happens and she does not become my wife, I wanted her to still be on speaking terms with you and her mother."His shoulders slumped a bit... "There are things and situations involved here that you do not understand and may not be equipped to deal with." He put his hand on my shoulder. "I wish I could do more, but we must..." He turned abruptly away and started up the steps. "What I can do, I will," he said over his shoulder.He opened the door and Maeve came out. She ran down the. It had been my primary occupation ever since the day at the picnic. I had hoped that maybe the sex we'd been having had been enough; and, it had never been better. I know that was true for the both of us. But, for some damn reason, good was evidently not good enough. Was his cock supersize? Did he have that much more staying power than me; I doubted that. Did he smell better? Was he more romantic? What the fuck was it that made my wife willing to fuck him and essentially rub my nose in it like. I think that young man is going to go a courting and our little miss had better watch out. I give myself a little smile of congratulations. Two down, and how many more to go this evening. I have already talked to Gwen, and Alys. Who next? I ask the universe. Is this the time of love,.or just grasping for human contact?I continue on my way to the Protector's training grounds. In the back of my mind I can tell I am not done with my evenings work. I am finding it amusing that I seemed to be the. ’ He quickly corrected her, ‘There was no end.’ Her eyes frowned in question to his meaning. Out of what she said he commented on ‘in the end’ which made no sense to her. She believed it had an end, not one she desired but it was an end. Wasn’t it? She shook her head, blinked away the question then grabbed her purse. She pushed her way passed the author then headed straight for, well, an escape. Momentarily taken aback by her abrupt departure, again, his expression changed, a seriousness.