Eldrian crossed the bridge to the second half of the manor. A gray sky hung over the outside world and the trees were all still. In the bottom of the ...avine, the river ran dry. Most of the doors were locked and refused to move no matter how hard he shoved against them. He couldn’t remember ever seeing the secrets behind them in the past and it seemed that, even now, the manor meant to keep things that way. Ultimately Eldrian’s wanderings took him to the base of the spiral stairway leading to. "I'd love to talk to you, Mr. Barton ... Doctor Barton! Sorry about that. It's just that I have a large number of appointments to tend to as well. I can try to squeeze you in the day after tomorrow, but I can't make any promises to the amount of time you will have available for a real interview ... No, you'd need to get permission from my patients themselves to talk to them ... No, I can't provide patient records without a subpoena, you know that, Doctor ... The best you can hope for is that. She must be very blessed up top, since the professional concierge even dipped his eyes into her cleavage.I glance around me, hoping no one is noticing me looking, staring, at this woman. The crowd in the lobby finally gives me a view of her, even if from behind. The red dress must be halter style with the thick fabric line around her back neckline, her bare shoulders look very tanned, the same tan skin with no tan lines visible through the criss-cross fabric on her back. I am wondering if she. “I’m glad I asked for a paddling picture. Dang.” She squeezed my shoulders and then ran her hands over my upper arms.“I would have shown you earlier but I didn’t realize your taste in men was so superficial,” I joked.“Yup. That’s me. Seriously, mister, you really fill that shirt nicely. Wrap me up,” she said and stepped in close again, resting her head on my chest. I flexed one muscle after another and she laughed.“She won’t take long to finish the salad.”She gave me a solid squeeze and stepped.