I became so engrossed in my own thoughts that I didn’t notice Lincoln walk up until he gently touched my arm. I jumped slightly and our eyes met; hi... eyes seemed to light up as they took me in.He was wearing a button-up shirt underneath a black jacket; dark blue like his eyes. I looked him up and down, taking in the shirt, the black jeans and the beat-up Vans. I could feel him taking me in as well, and as I looked up at his face, I noticed a faint blush forming across his cheeks.“Is there. She'd never kissed a boy but now she understood what all the fuss was about. His lips were so warm on hers and his tongue slipped into her mouth searching for hers. They kissed for what seemed to be an eternity until he broke the kiss as he breathed heavily."You're so pretty Christi. I don't know if you know that," he said looking at her.Christine felt herself blush. "I think you are very handsome. Probably the most handsome guy I've ever seen."He kissed her forehead and pulled her closer to. Since it was so near, I suggested we go examine the location late this afternoon. She was in favor, so that's what we planned.In the meantime, I asked how competent she thought herself with each type of gun. She claimed to be adequate with a pistol, but had never tried much with a rifle or shotgun. I asked to see the guns available in the house, so we went to look.We examined the pistols, first. The most appropriate for her seemed to be a Smith and Wesson break-action, 5-shot .38; I knew she. Richard laid the plate down on the table and courtesied at the sametime; she lowered her head and pushed forward her shoulders to make theneck of her kirtle flop away slightly from her chest, drawing his eyesgreedily, and giving her the opportunity she needed for slight-of-hand.While she was crouching, she slipped the dagger from under the plateand, by the time she was once more standing upright, held it concealedin the folds of her skirts.Her skirts she now gripped with both hands, holding.