Morales hoped those sounds would never be directed at him.After a couple of minutes of roaring and shredding tree bark, the saber-tooth made one last ...ass with his claws before hiking his leg and pissing on the tree. With a spewing hiss, he disappeared from view. It took a moment for the rancid smell of the urine to reach Morales. "Ah, shit," he grumbled, then louder, "Piss somewhere else, Asshole."When there had been no movement from below for a time, Morales again sat with his back against. "What kinda sugar you want, hun?" He winks again, but turns and walks into his apartment, gesturing for me to do the same. I warily step inside. He disappears for a second, reappearing with a large container filled with sugar. He hands it to me, smiles, and I step back into the hallway. I turn to go, but his voice stops me."I want some kind of payment for that sugar, you know. Some sugar in return would be nice. Just bring that back over when you're done." The door closes, and the hairs on the. One button after the other working her way up until there were none left to open."Now open it!" he told her huskily his breathing becoming more ragged. "I want to see you."She let her blouse fall open to reveal the lavender lace bra she was wearing.Sam groaned. "Take it off," he growled, "the blouse, the bra, take them off!"She did as he said and let the bra fall to the floor leaving her topless before him."Come closer," he whispered and reached out his hand to her.She moved towards him and he. He also regarded young Maddalena with much admiration and professed his delight that the ladies would join his court during the next two years.The King then deigned to introduce the Marchesa Marianna Florenzi, his, as he put it, dearest friend. The Marchesa was a strikingly beautiful woman Ellen conceded, and she pitied the Queen Therese who as rumour had it had to deal with a steady flow of ‘dearest friends’ who all happened to be possessed of exquisite beauty.Although Ellen was quite aware of.