She wasn't much shorter than my 5' 8", and had a killer smile, which always seemed to be turned on. Her legs reached all the way from the ground up to...where they joined a perfect derriere. I didn't know about the other men in our little community, but seeing her always made my day a little brighter.Smart, too! She and I had a bunch of slangfests, which she won as often as not. So her presence certainly wasn't unwelcome.I had been sipping on a brandy all evening. Nice and smooth, it just kept me. Her hand moved the brush slowly over the soft pink mounds above thebra, almost absentmindedly as she remembered that night. She then thought ofall the other nights (and days and weekends) as well. He knew. That was the thing. He could read her mind and he knew. He knew howto make her mind work against her and how to make her body ?trip the lightfantastic?. He was both an angel and the devil in one breath. He could giverher everything and take it away with just the movement of his fingertips.. Many of them would be in danger were they to remain with their families, either of neglect and inadequate care, or as a target of political intrigue or assassination attempts. Having an uncle who cannot speak and must be attended at all times lest he soil himself can be a serious political liability in certain circles.”“And I imagine it’s free for anyone who needs it,” Alistair muttered sarcastically, quietly enough that I was sure he thought only I’d be able to hear him.Cylie must have had. Oh, she felt so good against me. I'd thought I'd never feel that again, never breathe in her wonderful aroma."Don't hate me," she pleaded tearfully. "You know I still love you, don't you? Just -- well -- just not that way?" I know," I choked out, hugging her tight, wanting so much to pleasure her, resigning myself to accepting what she could offer, offering her only what she'd accept. "And I want you to know that I love you as much as ever. I'll always love you, forever and ever, any way you'll.