Jake could see her hair, the palest of pale blonde, and her almost colourless complexion. The only colours about her were her lips, her pale blue eyes...and the flowers on her hat. He guessed her age to be about eighteen.She smiled.“Thank you for coming, Sir Jacob. Please sit down.”She held out her hand to him.“My pleasure, I assure you, Lady Beatrice,” Jake replied kissing the proffered hand.“It is wonderful to be amongst gentlemen after the ruffians of the last two years,” she gave a little. Callie had already served dinner, and there was a plate of food left for Cade in the oven to keep warm."What's the matter?" Cade asked when he saw Ashley."N-nothing," Ashley sobbed and attempted to wipe her tears on her shirt sleeve.Harley rushed in to greet his dad and heard him ask Ashley what was wrong, "She got a whipping," Harley informed Cade, as if it was no big deal."What for?" Cade wanted to know.Callie began getting Cade's dinner out of the oven for him and tightened her jaw, "You. .. the goddess of love doesn’t have breasts as perfectly full and firm as yours, Cathy.”“Oh, God! You’ve got to kiss me, Candi. Just fuckin’ kiss me, now!” Cathy cried as she reached up with her arms to pull Candi down for that much desired kiss.Candi put up token resistance to Cathy’s downward tug. However, as her face neared Cathy’s puckered lips, she forcefully veered ‘southward’ and quickly latched onto Cathy’s puffy, rustic red right nipple with her lips.“Oh! Gawddd! Yes! Oh! Yes!” Cathy. Jake thought she was going to give him more mile-high grief but she just pointed to a young Polynesian guy holding a sign that said ‘TURNER’. Jake walked over to the guy and stuck out his hand.“I’m Jake Turner,” he said.He was going to address the man by his name but his tongue would not twist around the vowels. The muscular man laughed at his discomfort.“Iokepa Kekoa, Mr. Turner,” he said “but you can call me Kepa. I’m here from the Ritz-Carlton.”“I can only call you Kepa if you call me Jake,.