She always wore a corset to at least make her breasts look a little bigger. She had long dark blond hair and hazelnut brown eyes. "Yes, I am. Where'... Denahli?" "She left for Highermain. Shortly after you left this morning, a messenger came by and told her of a road disruption. She's there now surveying its repairs and reinforcement." "Oh... well that's pretty important. Where's Silin?" "With Mistress Denahli." "...yea, great." "But-" She started with an full blush forming over her face and. If you're in group one, I apologize humbly; if you're in group two, suck it up... ) stood and declaimed on the matter for a while in terms that indicated that she didn't want to get her tongue dirty making things understandable, then the guy from the legal department got up and earned his keep by managing to keep it clean while making things clear to the densest of us. Basically, the deal was that company dress codes, fraternization policies, blah, blah, blah, continued to be in place -- but. In fact it had been years. She was too old to be treated this way and she would tell him so. As the time stretched into what felt like eternity her mind drifted back into the past and she remembered... She was only ten when she first came to stay with Uncle Mike. She'd had a life full of pastries, ponies, smiles, and happiness. Then came the news that her parents had been killed in a shipwreck. She waited for them to come home and they didnt. She went through the funeral as if asleep, none of. This man was very good-looking, tall and slender but well muscled, he clearly looked after himself; he was very well dressed and was obviously a confident man. He actually did look a little like one of those movie stars I thought of as being attractive. I realised that while I was studying him he was looking at me and smiling. He winked and I’m sure I flushed with embarrassment at having been caught out. This made me even angrier with myself and I was getting more upset with Paul. I.