She cocked her head, barely listening as he described the reason why he was called the Galor of Ghosts.Dear gods, his eyes are beautiful, she thought....Not just remarkable, not just arresting. They’re honestly beautiful.Then Relix sat up, her eyes widening.“And then I said: Yes, sir, this man indeed has no genitalia,” Merton said, grinning.The Baron snorted, despite himself, while his half-sister threw her head back and let out the most horrifying series of harpy laughs that Relix had ever. Craig led the team onto the ice.This was the first game that Dave's line hadn't started and he found it hard to watch the first shift from the bench. Central came out strong and generated several early scoring chances but Craig played well and held the team in. When John and Dave finally got on the ice they created a great scoring chance but Dave's shot rattled off the post and bounced right to a Central defenseman who iced the puck immediately. After the linesman blew down the play, the puck. When Dawn finally raised her head, we just stared at each other. We were both so thankful for another chance. We had been given more time for love, for hope, and for joy. No words needed to be spoken. I knew. She knew. Nothing further needed to be said. Using the highest form of interaction, we communicated through looks, caresses, and hugs.As I began to analyze my situation, I found that something soft was propped under my head. Dawn was on her knees, bending over me, with her hands caressing. No turning back now, she thought.Slowly, Doris began to unbutton her blouse.One button... no sound.Two buttons... slight sound... a strange one... like a zipper slowly moving.Three buttons... a breath... maybe.She allowed her blouse to slip from her shoulders. Blood was pounding furiously through her temples. Then she heard it.It was a long, deep breath. Now she knew exactly where he was. He was on the other side of her bed... watching... watching her. The double-size bed between them gave her.