But doesn’t that mean… I love you…?” Claire started to gently rub her cunt-lips, making them squish and squelch against her fingers.Alison tho...ught. “No,” she said firmly. ‘The true lover gives himself up for the one he loves.’ That’s what Father Ambrose said. If all you want is to hold onto me, because you can’t stand being without me – then that’s not real love. Maybe it calls itself ‘love’ – but that’s exactly the sort of ‘love’ the Enlightenment came to stamp out: love which is jealous,. "Don't knock it, if you haven't tried it," she said."It won't work because I'm too insecure about my job." Paul wouldn't send you down over a personal issue!" she said."No, I don't think he would. But once it got out that one of his players was -- dating his daughter, it could get extremely awkward. Not just for me -- for Paul, too." This couldn't be the first time this has ever happened," she said."Maybe not. But it's gotta be rare. And if it -- got awkward, maybe it's true that Paul wouldn't. A gate leads onto a gravel path and the two women carry their belongings until they reach the edge of a copse of pine trees, through which they can see a secluded cove and the Mediterranean beyond, shimmering invitingly in the morning sunshine. The shade created by the tall pines is fragrant and cooling and they decide to settle in a small clearing ringed by shrubs. The pine plantation opens onto shallow sand dunes with wild grasses growing in clumps, then a wide strip of white sand runs down. The great uncle was out of town today but is expected in late tonight. We will stay and talk to him sometime tomorrow."What time do you get to your phone in the afternoon?"Britt said, "We get to the car between three and three thirty." I nodded.Dad said, "I will call you sometime after that. I am guessing that your great uncle will want to talk to you. From what we have found from the bank, police, and the lawyer who represents the estate, he has a fairly good reputation. I'm going to try to.