After dinner, I helped Molly with the dishes and we took a walk to watch the sun set across the desert. She was slightly scandalized that I put my arm...around her shoulder and displayed affection to her out of doors, but with a little urging, she finally snuggled up against my side.“You are a very romantic man to be so young, Tyler McGuinn,” she said.I hugged her a little closer and kissed her forehead.“My soul would have to be made of stone not to feel romantic with a woman like you, Molly. “I’ve been back to that shop 5 times to buy this pc but you were never there!” it was true i’d just had 2 weeks off. “I had no idea” i replied, a bulge starting to appear in my trousers. looking down at my tenting crotch she smiled “I take it you approve of the outfit” “Fuck yes” i blurted out! “First things first though” she said “No matter who i see i never fuck on the first date!” My mind raced, what the fuck was all this then, a prick tease, a bit of show? Then before i knew it she was on. “’Crowns’,” I parrot the computer voice. “That word means ‘crowns’.”“It is crown,” Bane confirms. “It is blood. It is power.”I nod. Sounds just like monarchy. A crown is just an item, a round little pot someone puts on their head, but it’s also a symbol of authority and lineage.“All Dryth are born with kyrhuna – with… ears, like him.”Him being Rune, I suppose.“With uhr’kideh, like him. With hraleia, like him.”My translator doesn’t give me a translation for the first Drythish word – something. She'd just begun reading a fascinating article on archaeological discoveries at Tell-el-Amarna when Michael spoke. "Look, it's getting late, and I have a lot of things to do in the morning. Time for you to go home."Darla closed her eyes for a moment. All right, she thought, if that's the way you want it... She reached down, slipped on her shoes again, tossed the magazine on the table and got up to go. Her portfolio and purse and all her papers had been left on the table by the door, and she.