She had known of no happier time than these past weeks with Mr. Leif. ‘But what about Mr. Leif?’ she stammered as she tried to digest the ‘bomb�...� she had just been handed. ‘I’ll take care of Mr. Leif.’ Assured Sir Glen. ‘This cannot be avoided Taylor. Circumstances have changed. You always knew you would not be with me forever.’ Taylor gulped trying to force back the tears and bowed her head. ‘Will I have time to say goodbye?’ her voice warbled as a whisper. Sir Marcus closed his eyes praying. I regretted it, but all I wanted to do was go to bed and think about what happened. I heard her door shut later. I thought maybe she showered and went to bed as usual. I was still painted up, but I didn't want to chance seeing her in the hall so I decided to shower in the morning. Not long after there was silence in the house, I drifted off to sleep. Part of me was genuinely worried about what would happen the next day. Would we avoid each other? Would we never be the same again? Would we ever. "Matt hung the shirt over the back of a chair, then sat on the bed to remove his shoes and socks. I'm sure there's some logic in there – somewhere. I guess I'll never understand her – never understand women in general, for that matter. But she's logical as can be – most of the time. And come to think of it, she's beginning to make me wonder if the Matthews aren't really ... Oh, the hell with that, he thought as he wrenched his mind away from the subject. We're committed to this. Continuing. "Where were you going?" he questioned."I'm wild camping just over there," I said adding, "Sir," as his gazehardened."Oh?" he smirked eyeing me up and down contemptuously. "And then Nina'shot body attracted you did it boy?" Yes Sir," I said haltingly looking even more embarrassed. "I'm sorrysir."His face transformed as he grinned. "Why? Its obvious looking at you whysuch a pretty thing should attract your eye!" Giving the woman a lightslap on her head he drawled, letting her lose. "Bitch,.