He was aching and uncomfortable, wanting nothing else than to strip off his shorts and offering himself to her. But he was frightened too. It kept him...motionless for a few moments, his hand still lightly covering himself from her keen eyes. She watched him quietly, apparently undecided too. She took a step forward, covering half the distance between them. She was close enough for him to see a vein in her neck lightly throbbing. Her breath was quick and shallow. Maybe it was the heat but he. The latter had a sink with a cold water tap, a bath that had a wooden cover over it, and a gas stove. If you wanted a bath you had to boil the water on the gas stove. The toilet was in a ramshackle shed at the back of the cottage.Upstairs was reached by a mongrel cross between proper stairs and a ladder, and consisted of a front bedroom that was almost filled with a double bed, and behind a small bedroom with a creaking single bed; this was to be my room.There was no electricity and only a. Violette is weirder, she didn’t look sleepy. Her expression was bizarre, she just kept staring at Lucas with her hand holding a cell phone.In this weird situation where Lucas couldn’t do anything and just wait and see what happens, one person started clapping.Violette began to clap her hands explosively, ending the silence of the room once and for all after the music.With a smile, she clapped excitedly, and soon after, several other people also started clapping. After a while, everyone present. I grabbed the front of his fancy coat with its dark lapels and lifted him off the floor. He made several odd sounds until I put him down. Then I relieved him of his sword belt and hanger. He was not carrying a pistol or dirk. "Go ahead," I said to him, "the poor girl's waiting." No," he squealed, "I won't. It's disgraceful." One for me," I said, taking a quick kiss with my paw on her chin, as we heard some sort of scuffle from the adjoining room followed by what was obviously a blow and then.