Her hands trailing over her curves, cupping her tits, sliding over her stomach and slipping between her parted thighs. I watch every move of her hands..., every brush of her fingers, my gaze fixed on her pussy as she softly parts the lips allowing me to see the glistening folds within. That's when I shrug off my jacket, pulling my t-shirt off and she climbs off the bed, coming to stand in front of me, hands eager to help. Grasping my face, she raises her lips for a long, deep kiss, then I push her. He hadnt even thought to check to see if his son was asleep in his room. Then why are you crying, Giolla? Her hand moved hesitantly toward his bandaged fingers. He didnt stop her, and she wrapped her small hand around his much larger palm and looked up at him, tears dripping off her chin. Giolla is crying because My Lord is hurt. Kaneezs voice drifted down the stairs. Is that true, Giolla? Is that what caused your tears? Giolla nodded miserably, and he reached out his uninjured right hand. The result was hilarious. The chair fell over because I saw feet in the air then the top of a head and eyeballs looking over the counter before he summoned up enough courage to open the door.By the time he managed to open the door I decided to continue the rouse. In my angriest voice I could muster, "Where is your Chief of Security? He was to meet us here an hour ago!"The name tag he wore said he was Richard. "He never comes down here. His office is over at the main building. He may be over. Works badly in a team, poor interpersonal skills, basically hates the entire universe, and its dog. Wants to further career and take over the world etc." Sounds qualified. Dress size?" Fourteen" Excellent. Put it with the rest of them. The other one?" I asked."Ooh! This one's from Transylvania. It looks like you have won a prize after all." Prize?" Yep, 'The Bonne-Idle prize for the Derangement of Science'. You've won the 'Most Pointlessly Convoluted Plan With No Chance Of Success' award..