‘Many times truth be told, sir.’ ‘Yes?’ ‘Yes many times, indeed.’ I set my pen down. ‘It would assist me greatly if you can recount such... an instance,’ I asked firmly. ‘Perhaps a time where you were presented with the opportunity to…’ I thought briefly then decided upon the subject that did indeed interest me as of late, ‘…a time where you were present at an encounter where a gentleman’s priapus was actively entertained with your mouth, perhaps?’ She looked at me with complete sincerity, no. She stumbled back to her knees again. She looked up and Connor loomed over her in the darkness. His silhouette was immense against the grey of the sky. For a moment she thought it was all about to end. She felt herself start to shrivel up inside, cringing away from the pain she knew was coming."HOPE!"Marcus' voice cut across the park from somewhere nearby, bringing relieved tears to her eyes. She gasped for breath to answer him. She looked up and Connor was gone. Realising her chance, she. "Who were all those people?" she asked as he undid the zip on her evening dress."They were attendants and bath girls," he replied, "It seems that the Ambassador does not believe that the Emir can undress or wash himself without an army of helpers." Oh, dear. If that is true I shall have to do it for you, won't I?" she asked as she unbuttoned his shirt.Turning her away from him, he unclipped her brassière and slipped it off her shoulders. As he ran his hands under her arms to cup both breasts. He had long enjoyed having a room of his own and being the man of the house, and Robert had shown absolutely no signs of doing anything except sitting, whistling and whittling."Where are his boys?" Robert asked, shaving the stern a bit more, holding the model before his left eye and closing his right."You know they never liked store keeping," Seth said. "One's married now, and the other's tending the farm, up there in Poolesville." Still Rebs?" Robert asked, raising an eyebrow at his eager.