Flipping through its pages, she plopped down on her bed."Who ya lookin' for?" Kaija asked conversationally.The guy who's responsible for putting your ...oyfriend--who really isn't your boyfriend in his eyes--behind bars. Ally swallowed hard and tried to be nonchalant. "Oh, I met this cute guy in class the other day, that's all."Kaija jumped off her loft and ran to Ally's bed, throwing herself down beside her. "Why Allison Delaney..." she said with a sly smile. "... you ARE alive!"Kaija's smile. "They cleaned up and went down for a belated drink and cold lunch.The following day they rang the vicar and then went round to talk to him. They arranged the wedding for Saturday fortnight. That meant they had to order invitation cards immediately and arrange somewhere for the reception. They chose The Moat and were pleasantly pleased that the price was not exorbitant.They bought a local newspaper and pored over the housing section and found three or four possible houses. On Monday, after,. . so I'll go into a little more detail on what happened the last time..... my husband said I would find going with a stranger to be some of the best sex I had ever had, and he wasn't wrong. The vivid memory of my first passionate kiss as I sat next to him in the back of his car, the feel of his hands on my breasts, it took a little nerve for me to start feeling his cock through his jeans but as soon as my tongue was in his mouth and my hand was on his erect cock, I was well away in the throes. His heavy accent wasn't even necessary to guess his Irish roots. Despite his shovels of hands, he had a real talent for finer handiwork. Which was exactly what brought him here and now, as a side activity to his horse training. As the trainer of the Prince's thoroughbreds, he was respected by everybody. He also had a bit of a 'reputation', though, after an incident a couple of years ago. One morning, guards had found him asleep in the room of one of the guests, between a bunch of emptied Whisky.