She's always tempting me into thinking she likes me. She's a real flirt sometimes. Don't get me wrong I like the attention, but knowing that she alr...ady has a boyfriend drives me insane. I had to say something to her."There ya go again! Why do you do this to me?", I asked releasing my arm from hers."Do what?", she asked, a little startled."You always say things like 'Oh your such a cutie' and 'Your the sweetest guy I know' and shit like that! How can I help but like you? I mean sweet. ”“You’re serious?”I nodded, “Yes. I told Angie I could refrain from physical affection for as long as necessary, up to our wedding night. And I believe I could.”“Masturbation?”“Occasionally,” I replied. “But I just don’t have that kind of burning desire.”“No ‘pon farr’?” Clarissa asked.I chuckled, “Vulcans mate anytime they want to. That particular thing is every seven years when they have to mate or die, or in the alternative, fight a ritual battle of some sort. And it wasn’t just mating with. . should've expected it, I suppose. Haveyou seen Tony much recently?'Lance looked away sheepishly. 'Don't get mad, but... I'm staying at theflat. As a lodger, I mean.''Of course,' Sarah said, finding herself beaming at him. 'That's suchgood news.''It is?' Lance said, looking startled.'Yeah, I've been worried about him, I thought he was stuck there on hisown... how's he looking?''He's... it's getting obvious,' Lance said with a shrug. 'It's weird,I've never actually looked at him and suddenly. Naturally, Cecily’s horse followed suit, once it realized that Ben’s big bay wasn’t moving on.“What is it, Marshal Ben?” Cecily enquired anxiously from the back of her horse, huffing and puffing a bit from the exertion of trying to keep her seat during the ride. “Did you spot the wagon?”“No,” Ben replied without pause. “I’ve spotted a trail cutting our course, and from here it looks like the wagon must have turned on to it. I’m going to get down and have a look.”“Should I get down as well?”.