.. Well, it just sort of happened. I didn't really choose anyone at all, but that's not the point." So what is the point?" It's difficult to explain."...Shawna flopped back on the sofa, her frustration rising. "Why do I have to explain, anyway?" I just want to understand what you're thinking. I don't want you to make a mistake and..." Why is it a mistake? Why does it have to be a mistake just because I'm doing it?" It's not that it's you, Shawna. It's that it's different. People don't do that. "Has that big man bothered you?" I asked. I worried up his name: "Tolliver?"She shook her head."Anybody else?"She shook her head again with a grin. "And I haven't swived a man since you left town either," she said. "Nary a one, for fun or profit." Well, then," I suggested, smiling back, "maybe it's time you did."We finished mopping our trenchers, emptied our tankards and adjourned to a comfortable room above stairs. It took us very little time to get rid of our clothes and get under the quilts.. ‘You have to leave,’ she said. ‘This morning.’ ‘What?’ Tim said. Taken off-guard by her statement, he rolled onto his side to face her. ‘Tim, don’t give me that sad puppy look,’ she said, ‘it isn’t going to work. We’re getting married tomorrow. You know what that means, don’t you?’ ‘No, I don’t know what it means,’ Tim replied. ‘I don’t have the foggiest idea what you’re talking about. Why do I have to leave this morning?’ ‘The groom isn’t supposed to see the bride the day before the wedding,’. Her shoes were hardly standard, spike heels, about four-inch ones."Sir," she said with a tremble in her voice, Barbie-pink lips pouting, "they said you might help me. I was late registering, missed the train yesterday." She did not seem to be able to stop wiggling and her big jugs jiggled wonderfully, bouncing in and out of her lacy bra. She knew how to stand, how to arch her back and bend her spine and thus display her fine and exciting assets."Pity. Perhaps I can help. Let me see your form.