Betsy perched herself against the door, body turned to face me as I drove. Then she said. "Could you ever think about me the way you think about her? ... mean, sexually?" Her question burst into the silence of the car, filling it with vibrating molecules of air as the words reverberated in my head. My soul screamed OH YES! But I was so surprised, I wasn't able to answer immediately. I looked at her, stricken. She went on. "I mean, after all the fun we've had, and... the way you look at me, I was. As it is getting dark there is a small chill in the air so i retreat in to the cabin and light a fire in the fireplace. Betty then shows up with a bottle of tequila. Even after a couple shots, the conversation is very limited and very generic, more about work then anything. However, feeling the effects of the tequila you both decide to call it a night. The cabin has one bedroom loft and for the first time I wonder about sleeping arrangements. As if reading my mind Betty says that we will take. "Now back your arse out of this tavern, or die where you stand."The man's eyes grew as big as saucers as he saw the silver tipped black cord tying back Aaron's hair, recognizing a SwordMaster's knot.The man sobered fast, realizing he was as close to death as ever in his life, placed his hands palm out and slowly backed out of the tavern. Aaron watched him leave, and after making sure he would not return, sheathed his swords and made his way to the bar."I would like a room for the next two days,. Unlike many of his fellows, he was clean and shiny and the sun had warmed his fur. She felt a connection begin between them and withdrew her hand. 'I can't, ' she thought, 'I can't dare trust you either.'She cleaned up and went downstairs again, now along the beach, walking briskly, now in the deeper sand, now on the damp, packed sand below the tide mark. The early sun was warm on her body, the water chilly on her feet. There were only a few people about, some jogging, some walking. One of the.