Sweat cooling on my skin causing me to shiver. Gasping for breath, I stared, unseeing, at my small chamber. My eyes still witnessing the fetted rot of...Yellow Mike’s camp. When a small pair of arms wrapped themselves around me from behind, and began gently shaking me.“Bishop!?” the voice was sweet, but full of fear. “Bishop, wake up! It was only a dream!” I turned my head to see the frightened violet eyes that had captivated me since I first saw them, staring at me in worry. Nadia wrapped her. Two days later on the evening of the Banquet I said to my mother have you decided what you are wearing, because I don't want to bother getting showered and dressed in the dinner jacket if she was wearing a sari. She informed me that even though she was against it she wanted me to escort her there, so she would be wearing her dress, I had had a shower and was just returning to my bedroom to get ready when I passed my mothers bedroom, the door was slightly ajar, as I passed something caught my. At least I hope not.”She was right. I didn't believe it. I was fully expecting this just to be another way for him to mess with me, to mess with us, especially since I knew he'd gone out of his way to protect his vanity by not calling Ainsely. But then I thought about it. He still had to take the first step, he had to arrange to meet her at Carolyn's. It all made no sense.“You may be right about him Ains, or you might not be. But I love you so much, Ains. You're my wife. And you know I will do. There were presents to be bought, and suddenly the number of presents had increased dramatically.Each day Claire checked her laptop for a reply from Peter, but none came. The night of the 15th, after they had packed for the journey North, Claire again knocked on John’s door and found her way into his bed. She was wearing a short chemise, and, John hoped, a pair of knickers. A bare vulva pressed against his thigh was too much of a temptation.There were no tears this time, but John could see how.