She had only a towel covered over her. I could not control now. In the pretext of giving her my clothes I pulled the towel. I pulled her towards me. I... kissed her cheeks. She pleaded not to do anything. However, agreed to shag me if I was willing. I still couldn’t understand her. I controlled myself too. I asked her if she is willing to shag me. I understood that she offered it only for my sake. I told her she should do it only if she really wanted to. It was a mixed day for me. It was special. She couldn't think of any times that she'd gotten horny from it.'But if I didn't like it, why did I put up with it?', she asked herself, silently.She rolled the question over in her mind again and again, but she couldn't come up with an answer. The cool, wet towel on her sore buttocks felt comfortable, and she realized that the towel wasn't the only thing that was wet; the erotic sensations were welling up inside her again as she pondered the effects of her punishment.She didn't want to call. And then once she saw the wisdom in that choice and realised what he already knew, that she was just as much in love with him as he was with her, he would make long slow love to her. And then he would find a way for them to spend the night together.The other nervous person was, of course, Doris Wilson. Despite the best efforts of Suzy and Chrissie she had come to a dead stop at the entrance to the dining room."I can't," said Doris softly but determinately. "He saw me have sex with..." So what!". "You look like hell," I croaked and he gave me my favorite crooked smile."I'll look better when you've finished healing," he told me, carefully grabbing my hand."How?" I asked, gesturing gingerly at my body and he nodded his understanding."Morgan. She was trying to staunch the bleeding from your ribs and noticed something none of us ever had or knew." His eyes were like melting chocolate and I was glad; that meant that he was okay."I had the hunter's blood on me," she said and the satisfied.