He rubbed his eyes, wondering if he had been wakened at some pointin the night. He thought he remembered something about a pillow fight...butthat must... have been a dream. His pillows were all present and correct, andthere was no trace of fibre filling on the floor.What there was was Rachel, slumped in the armchair across the room and fastasleep.Jacky felt tears sting his eyes. Rachel had obviously come to sit with himwhen he had had his bad dream, stayed awake as long as she could watchingover. I wanted to tell you, but I knew it would hurt you, and you already dont like me anymore, Aaron answered. I like you, she pouted a little. Then why dont you want to be around me? he asked. Because you dont like me, you only like Carly, she said, releasing a few tears from her eyelids to the pillow. Carly is the most amazing person I know and I love her for that&hellip, but you are the most intriguing person I know, and for that, I will always love you, Aaron said hoping to comfort her after a. But a little money was better than none, and the merchants in town were happy to take it from them. And if Minerva got it first ... well she had to feed, clothe and see to the other needs of the girls, so it all trickled downhill anyway.Then there was the fact that frontier men, by and large, were rough, smelly and unaccomplished lovers. While a woman might marry one of them to secure her future, that didn't mean she enjoyed what he might require of her in bed. Other than getting with child, a. "Well okay Elisabeth,you wanted to see me?" She had balanced herself inbetween the two front desk chairs, precariously poised in a rather overly done lesssophisticated stance. Valerie's chosen vogue posture had her pivoting heavilyon one pink high heel while she rested her fingertips on the back of eitherchair. In this manner she managed to make quite a showy little display ofherself.???? ? "Yes... Although Iprefer not be kept waiting Miss Johnson. Now if you would, please take aseat." As if I.