”“Oh. Right.” He paused then said, “Isn’t that, like, a security risk or something?”I turned and said, “What do you mean?”“Well, ter...rorists can look at the flag and know if the Queen’s there, so they’ll know if it’s worth attacking or not, won’t they?”I didn’t answer.“Where will she be if she’s not here? I thought this was her home?” asked Imogen.“She’s got more than one home,” said Vanessa. “She might be at Balmoral or something.”“Actually, she’s got three official homes and three or four. ’ ‘Hey, sorry I didn’t give you a heads up. I was on my way to the library to drop off some of these books and pick up a couple new ones,’ he explained. ‘I forgot I have a research assistant now. You free to come with?’ ‘Sure. Let me get my sweater.’ David nodded and waited. When she returned, she wore a navy cable-knit sweater and had wrapped a kerchief around her hair. ‘Cute scarf.’ ‘Just being practical,’ she shrugged and pointed to his Jeep, its top missing. ‘Sorry about that,’ he frowned. " We linked arms and made for the back door leading to the purgatory to which the city had banished all smokers.Once outside, I kissed her. I was pleased to see we were alone. It was a deep kiss full of passion and promise."Leslie. I did not come here to dance or chat. I want a woman I can go home with or take home, and I want several hours of hot raw, uncomplicated sex. I hope you are that woman." I have never been readier,“ she whispered gently.Hand in hand, we left for Courtney’s place.I. And for another second I thought about how easy it would be for him to be sitting there naked. Watching us. In control.Settle down.I couldn’t get excited right now. The last scene was an interrogation: Jackson’s character coming down on me hard in the climactic scene of the play, while my character was tied to a chair centre stage. I was supposed to be worn down and helpless, stripped of everything except a pair of thin, grey jogging shorts and a lingering defiance. Those shorts were the.