" That got a chuckle from him. She was pleasedthat he was relaxing. "And I would give anything for a cheese Danish.If that's not too much to ask." ...Not at all." He kept stealing sidelong glances at her bust and thigh,both well shown off by the cut of the dress. "And it's my treat." Oh my," she said coyly. "Then I'll owe you a treat in return."He ran his finger under his collar and said with eager agreement, "Sure.Whatever you say, Regina. Or do you prefer Gina?" Ohhh. Gina would be so. It was because he considered them to be in a position superior to his own, either by family position or authority.Thinking about the coach, he still respected him. But now it was because he was a person who was good at what he did, and one who returned respect to his players. There was no automatic respect just because he was the coach and Cal only a player.He had not realized it at the time, but Cal had talked to his father with the respect of an equal when he had told him about the first. This gate consisted of a drawbridge over a dry moat, two towers on either side of it and two portcullises. There were also square shaped towers in each corner of the landward defensive wall and smaller round towers spaced along the walls that led from the shore to the harbour and its defences. The gate was closed when we arrived and guards could be seen wandering the ramparts. There weren't many but there was enough to keep watch and deter any attempted attacks. Fortunately we had a couple of. That way it will not possible to know who fathered the child. Do you have a problem with that?" Oh my god! I ah well, I um." Martin was shocked but could also see the logic of what Mr Seymour was saying. "I don't think Linda understands that you intended that. We thought it was just you that would be um well, ah making the baby." No, not a good idea, for all we know I might also have a poor sperm count. Much better to use lots of inseminators, mix and match as it were, and Linda can then be.