Monsignor Flavin did not say I was to wear any, sir."The visitor made no comment, but walked over to the drawers and took out the statue of the man's ...enis. Molly had not felt able to look closely at this, but the visitor evidently knew all about it."Well, since you seem to have no shame, take off the skirt but retain the blouse. It will be even more provocative than nude, I think."As she obeyed, Molly blushed because, as he had intimated, she felt more naked than if she had been unclothed."Lie. Thieves and cutpurses were still a hazard but Lantaran punishments for thievery were severe by almost any standard. The author of Kal’s book on the city had the misfortune of witnessing one of these punishments. The thief publicly had his hands bound to a chopping block then severed with the swipe of a large sword. He was then cast out into the street as a warning to others. Unless a loved one took steps to save them, it was almost guaranteed they’d bleed to death. More disturbing was that the. "Yes please, a bottle of Mouton Rothschild please and two glasses." Very good Sir," he smiled as he walked off."Curtains?" you ask slyly."Humm yes, I've been saving this place for a very special girl," I say as I reach across the table and take your hand. "And she's finally here." I bet you say that to all the girls," you say playfully."What girls? Have I been in a wild threesome with you and don't recall it? No, there have been no others, you are the thief of my heart. Besides, who'd want to. "After you dived into that panier, the Sheriff sort of went insane. He not only thought you had vanished, but that I had turned into someone else, as well! He had thought I was a runaway, of about 14- that was what the 'vision' he was having about us was registering on his brain. Oh, and you were a sleazy bearded biker stereotype, with tatoos and open greasy leather vest, and missing teeth. Instead, you disappear in a three second interval, and when he looks back at me, I am Me, not some blonde.