I sat around the house wearing as little as I could get away with, tried leaving my bedroom door open so he could see in while I was dressing or undre...sing. I dropped hints. Once, when he was asking why I never seemed to have any boyfriends, (I had actually had several boyfriends but he did not know that) I told him straight, “I am waiting until I find someone as much like you as I can, because you are exactly what I want as my lover”, but he even ignored that open invite, telling me “You are. He shakes his head, "Men, ha!"I nod again and lace my fingers in my lap. "Yeah. Men, tsk."Satisfied, he returns his attention to the screen and stabs the remote a few more times while I idly observe the floor. His hand grabbing my forearm startles me. "Hold the front page."Following his gaze, I take her in and shiver despite the heat in the room. A winter landscape surrounds her, a fresh, crisp layer of snow stretching in all directions. She's standing at the edge of a walled field, but the low. It was an oval, flat-backed wooden brush with a head about 4 inches in diameter. He walked over to the bed and sat back down, “For this, I want you back over my knee, Christine.” Christine walked back over to his right side and lowered herself back over his lap, remembering how to position herself properly from the first time. Mark reached over and grasped her right wrist and brought it up behind her back, pinning it just above the top of her bottom. He brought the brush down and patted her. . and every night." She pecked a kiss on his nose. "You go first in the toilet ... head, isn't it? I've got a bit more cleaning up to do."By the time Denise got to the saloon, Joe was chatting to Nadiya, who was just starting a batch of bacon and keeping an eye on sausages under the grill. She glanced round and said, "Good morning, Missus Quenton. You didn't need to get up early..." then returned her attention to the food."Oh, I just thought we ought to make the most of our time. We can sleep.