“You know that this will change everything.”“I don’t expect you to ask me to marry you afterwards. Think of it as doing a favour for a friend ...f you like. I’m not sure I ever want to get married, in the sense of the legal definition, although I would like to have kids one day.”“And you’re absolutely certain?”“Absolutely.”He took her hand, stood up and pulled her up after him.“Come on then,” he said and headed off towards the bedroom.Somewhere between the sofa and the bedroom door, Karen’s towel. My fangs dripped with saliva in anticipation. Again, they were denied with the quick pressure of my lower lip. ‘No, I want you to come in.’ she pushed the door open and led me over the threshold into her sanctuary. The one place that until just a fraction of a second ago, was her safest place from me. She closed the door and went about putting her personal things away. ‘Please have a seat. Would you like anything to drink?’ If you only knew Sweeting. ‘No thank you.’ I said forcing myself to. This was getting serious!I'd been fooling around with internet phones before I moved. I'd purchased a Skype account and had a headset with a microphone on my computer. I started calling around to get bloody anyone to answer. I got a fish market to pick up, just down the coast in Belfast. I asked him to call the Coasties as someone was trying to shoot my ass. He took down my Skype number and promised to call it in right away. Pretty soon I got an incoming call. It wasn't the Coast Guard, but it. Anne took my hand and helped me out of the bath, wrapping a soft towelaround me. I inhaled sharply, thinking that the oil had left me smellinglike a strawberry pastry."Take her into the dressing chamber," Anne directed the maids. "I'll bethere in a moment."I was hurried out of the bath chamber, with the towel wrapped around mein a death grip. One of the guards came upon the group of us as weexited the room, his eyes widening at the sight of my naked legs untilone of the maids attacked him,.