It excited me. I mean, just the thought that you wanted me like that. That was mean of me, I guess."Her emotions were running like wild horses, turnin... this way and that, and I felt responsible for letting the situation get so far out of hand, "No," I told her. "It wasn't mean. If you were older, if the time was different, I'd have loved to sleep with you, like you wanted. It's just, I can't trust myself." Thank you, George, but I know you wouldn't take advantage of me." She paused for a. “It looks like you are dressed to go out,” I said to her after taking it all in.“I wanted to impress you,” she replied.“Well you certainly did that. You look good enough to eat,” I replied.“That comes later,” she said and smiled.“Good.”“Let me go and finish in the kitchen.”Looking around Helene had made a very romantic setting for us. There were candles on the dining table and the main lights had been dimmed. Again there was a lovely smell in the room and there was also some romantic music. It was a moment I wanted to share with him every minute of every hour of every day. Hopefully every night as well, but with even more sensuality. Love was one of those things that was introduced to Billy later in his life than for most people. Instead, he knew abandonment. The person who was supposed to love him most—his own mother—never loved him at all. It was so odd to me, that Billy had suffered through so much, and yet turned out to be so kind and compassionate. It was a sign of true. Can't we just dump her somewhere and fuck what happens to the casket."With a frown Varna glared at each of them in turn. "Nothing happens to that casket, understand. If any of you touch it or give Sisanna any reason to set off her device I will kill that person myself, and their death would be slow and painful, understand?" All right, all right, sorry." Catana held up he hands. "But I don't understand your attachment to the fucking thing, Varna." Honestly? I don't either, but until we can find.