When we asked hershe thought for a minute. Blushing slightly and prettily, sheanswered." You should call me Joan. I've always liked that name."Now tha... she was recovered it was time to contact Maurice deLigny. Wedecided to send a letter to him saying that his son was our hostage butwould be escorted back to English controlled lands upon payment of aransom.We explained to Joan what would happen but instead of pleasing her itsent her into a depressed and troubled mood, even more so when . We shared the next 2 hours delighting in his meal and reveling in each others company. He opened up to me small windows into his past and heart, in each one I glanced a side of him both appealing and enchanting. By the last spoonful of sweet apple crumble and ice cream drizzled in chocolate sauce and cream, I was his. I wanted nothing more than for him to sweep me off to bed and do with me as he wished. He surprised me as he led the way out through the kitchen and into his garden, his hand firm. I'm not sure what made me so convinced, but there were things that didn't add up about her. And her claims that Garry had knocked her about, which he vehemently denied. But once Mary had the judge convinced, the poor sod didn't have a leg to stand on. He was bloody lucky he never went down for it.Mary's phone call over, I set about my task with a vengeance and I was quite pleased with my efforts by the time I was putting the house-cleaning gear away at eight-thirty. But then I realised I hadn't. ..."Carrie began to bounce up and down in glee and almost squealed her reply."Oh my God, Shannon. You are such a tart tonight. Hell yes, I am sure at least some can make it. Should they bring their favorites?"Shannon beamed as she answered."Yes. I want this deflowering to be really special. And if Clare can make it, tell her "the bigger the better."A "Well Duh" light bulb wet off in Carrie's head as she remembered the earlier beginnings of their conversation."Deflowering? Oh my God. I forgot.