Then she could hear him struggling rapidly from his clothing and she had to smile at his obvious impatience to get at her."I want to lick your tits an... cunt all over," he whispered hoarsely in a meaningful voice.One of his hands fell half on her waist, half on her full rounded buttocks, and pushed her forward assertively to the edge of the bed. She froze, afraid to sink down on the soft silky coverlet that pressed against her calves for fear that Kent or Shirley would be there, and he moved up. Give me a drink from your bottle. Zeke, you return with him. I will see you in the morning.”“Will you be safe?”“I will be what I will be. I could have been bitten by a spider or a snake, by a croc or a parentie. The sky might fall. I expect to see you in the morning.”Jos took a drink and turned toward the cliff, walking along a faint path.Zeke and the guide watched for a few minutes, then turned to walk away.The night had been very strange. Jos had had two dreams: the first involved whitefellas. ”The three men shared hearty laugh at that. Adeline smiled, and fetched the carafe a servant had left on the sideboard and began handing out goblets of wine, ensuring that Cyriaque received his first. Only when the poet had helped himself to a sip did she hand her King his wine.“A toast, gentlemen, to keeping the rats of uncertain loyalty and will from our hallowed chambers,” the King proposed.“A toast, and gladly, Roland,” Daverigne replied, clinking his goblet against the King’s, “And a. Like Emma."I peered at him over the top of my sunnies again and gave him what I hoped looked like a stern look. He just smiled at me."Eric, you're a little pervert and you just want to see my tits." I do. Will ya show them to me?" What? No, of course not and you shouldn't ask ..people...um …women to show you their tits." Why not? My Dad says 'You don't ask, you don't get'." I'm sure that's not what he meant. You know Kelly?" Yeah." Imagine what she'd do to you if you asked her to show you her.