“Thanks for allowing me to a joke at your expense.”“Dad, why don’t you go find your beautiful bride-to-be and treat her to something more civi...ized than public sex?” my daughter actually asked me.“She and Belle ought to be just about worn out right now,” Sara said with a wink. “Give her an hour or two to rest and she’ll be as good as new.”I was already halfway out the door.“If I hurry, I might get there before they’re done!” I said over my shoulder, slamming the door and making a point to lay. “I know you can’t forgive me,” she said and withdrew her hand. “Well, let’s not talk about the past,” I said. “You avoided my question,” her eyes pinned me again. “I think you need someone to take care of you. I want that someone to be me.” “So, you will stay with me?” “Yes!” “Great! Give a kiss to your broken girl now!” I complied, trying not to be too eager. “My toes are itchy,” she said wiggling them. “That’s just what I expected. I think I can help you.” “Do something, please! I. I took Mimi by the hand and we walked steadily towards the diggings. Crudwright’s camel cart overtook us, and I was surprised to see Wilkinson in the vehicle with Crudwright and Chastity. There was not a deal of room for three people and Chastity was moulded against Wilkinson like ivy gripping a gnarled oak tree.Mimi noticed the close coupled pair and smiled. “Methinks there will be some pi-dog howling tonight, Jacques, and not just from me!”“Wilkinson and Chastity, surely not?” I said.Mimi. ’ He said, smiling. ‘I’ll race you there love.’ Sarah said, poking him in the stomach and running to the main hall and up the stairs. Cecil followed slowly, not sure what to do, apparently his reading was a good thing. Getting to the top of the stairs he noticed something on the floor, picking it up he saw it was Sarah’s shirt. Turning bright red Cecil finally realized what she might have wanted. Slowly walking in the long library, organized by genre, then author, Cecil heard the Echo of his.