She wondered if she should talk to him about it. That would be awkward. I want him, she thought. I want my son. No. Stop thinking like that. Just put ...t out of your head and pretend you don’t know anything. As she was about to leave the room she eyed the empty mug on the desk. Oh no. She realised now that he knew she had been in his room and left the tea and must have seen him. No wonder he wouldn’t look at her. Imagine the embarrassment. Still, as long as I don’t bring it up he’ll get over. Probably little more than sky. Interesting, at this stage, that he’s still bothered about ‘outside’. He can’t be totally resigned to his fate. He may still resist. Observing boys, understanding boys, is pretty crucial in this game. ?I need your clothes now, lad.? He turns around, having hitherto ignored my presence in the cell. He remains stood on the bed platform, giving him a good 18 inches height advantage over me. His deep brown eyes are saying a lot. Not actually resistance, I think, but. You know of the Golden Fig."I nodded, regretting that I had so freely partaken of the wine she hadoffered me. My face had begun to feel as if it belonged to someone else. "I have seen them," I said. "Cornelius and I brought several back fromthe Anio Valley, but I don't know what happened to them." He got rid of them?" Iunia asked me, mildly curious."We didn't want -- want anyone to get hold of them," I stammered. Mytongue was loosened, and spoke on its own; I had to concentrate to will. She drew one hand away, the one holding the skirt, before turning her head over her shoulder to face a spellbound Shane, placing one finger on her tongue before sliding it off, and back underneath the back of her skirt, now teasing the band of her panties with one finger, before slowly pulling it down from underneath her skirt, bending over to get them over her knees and showing a small amount of her pussy as she did so. She now stood back up, and Shane knew that she was wearing nothing beneath.