Once we got there, we stood close to each other, body to body. We resumed our passionate kissing as Randy freed my dark hair from my ponytail and let ...t fall to my shoulders. He then sat on the king-sized bed and motioned me to join him. I accepted and sat next to him on the bed, I figured that something's going to happen between body-confident Randy and body-shy me. I then noticed that Randy's towel looked like it was about to slip off from his waist.But before I mentioned anything to him,. Was he going to send me back? "Firstly, I am not the wealthy man you believe I am. I have an income but that is barely enough to keep me and it is only when I am able to sell a painting that there is enough extra to buy clothes and to live a better lifestyle. I was able to buy you from father because I sold the portrait of the lady you watched me paint at the Manor, and from the same money, I bought your clothes. When I get paid for the painting of Sir Archibald, I will be able to live here on. "No," the god admitted. "I think you're a better person than I. There's no chance you'd stay here?" Come the dawn, you'll take me where I need to go, and return to rebuilding your people," McAllister shook his head."That is well. Don't admit it to the women, but they make sense."McAllister smiled, then, a thinning of the lips, though he was amused. "Negotiations at the peace table can win as much or more as the battle itself," he answered, "and it's an art."He left the god thinking then, while. If she'd had an older brother it's very unlikely that she'd have kept her cherry until her piano teacher plucked it for she certainly would have found opportunity to cuddle with her brother and her inherent sensuality would have guaranteed the outcome. But that's all idle conjecture. Even before she moved away from home she had taken her puppy to her bed. Then, when she began living alone (except, with Pal, she was not really alone) he became her constant bedtime companion even though, by then,.