She never wore a bra to bed. There was nothing unusual about all that. Nor were her words odd when she said, "Come here, little man, and give me a hug...before you run off to Dreamland."That was all as normal as pie. He did have to take his shirt with him, to drape in front of his boner, which had maintained its rigidity since he kissed Amanda good night, and showed clearly through his jockeys. But that was just dealing with a little problem. What was noteworthy that night was that the hug he got. "I didn't feel I could though while 'that man's' shadow was still hanging over you. Then, after the accident, when you said you were going to give yourself to me I thought that at last the time had come. Then I thought that I shouldn't be too quick off the mark in case I frightened you away again. The last two weekends showed that I didn't have to worry about that. I was going to ask you last weekend but, would you believe it, I got cold feet."She smiled fondly at him and squeezed his hand."It. I noticed that it wasopen, by quite a bit, but I couldn't see what was inside. As he neared,my tingles increased on a direct parallel. It was heavenly. I wasclenching the cloth of my own panties in between my asscheeks, feeling howdelicious they were to my soft hairless skin."You know," he said, his eyes boring down into mine, "Szereto means lover.Yes?"I nodded, proud and smiling."Which is not true, yes?"I nodded again. Without the smile. Disappointed."No," I paused, pouting my bottom lip. I made a mental note to talk to the circus' vet later.I had dinner with Larry and some of his fellow clowns in the mess tent. The food was simple, filling and delicious. Table talk was the usual gossip and chatter about other circus members and the town they'd be playing in next.My ears perked up when they began ribbing one clown they called 'Beanpole', since his gig was to walk around on stilts and long trousers, about how many rounds he was going to buy the group the next time they went bar.