The memory remained in her mouth for several seconds. Finally it too faded, leaving only longing. Her hand crept forwards again, before she could sto... it. Two then, and who could say that one of the other housefolk hadn’t taken them? A pink wrapper, this time. A strawberry smell. The paper crinkled and she placed it flat upon the sofa’s arms, careful to avoid tears. Something so pretty should stay intact. The strawberry sweet didn’t burst with syrup when she bit it. Instead it had a feathery. "I love looking at women just like any other man." You must do it differently," she said. "I don't remember you ogling the girls in class. You don't leer at me now, like Denny did at lunch. I think I've kind of held you in my mind as the representative of gentlemen everywhere." Well thank you," he said, the smile gone from his face. "But don't put too much stock in that. When a man is acting like a gentleman around a woman it generally means he's either trying to get something from her, or. "None. You did not tell me you had magic," he said."And you didn't ask before you let your mouth overload your ass."He turned red in the face after Catla translated, but he got over it. Then he offered to lead us to his camp so we could make sure we got all the dead one's things and his mate."That will be good. Some of those surely need to take care of the dead anyway. You can ride one of our horses there to keep from having a long walk," I said."I do not know how to ride a horse," he said, and. She gave me a moment to collect myself.Eventually, I asked her what was wrong, thinking there was an emergency."Nothing's wrong," she replied. "Sweetie... I know it's an odd hour, butI really need to talk to you. It can't wait."My name is Robert Bingham, and I go by "Bobby" to family and friends. Itwas just after 3:00 a.m., and we were in the house of MargretMontgomery, my girlfriend. We had met each other about two and a halfyears ago, and we started dating soon after. We became infatuated.