Her index and ring finger were covered in cream up to up to her second knuckle, a dew drop hanging from the tip of each finger, trembling, ready to fa...ll like drew from a leaf. “Yum.” She giggled breathlessly, slowly bringing her fingers to her lips, her eyes fixed on mine as she slid them home into the oval of her mouth, sucking them clean as I stared helplessly. When she removed them again, they were damp, but clean. “See what I mean about it being a waste of time?” She said with a sexy little. "At this a fussy and harassed-looking man, holding a clip board, came bustling up to them."Come on everybody! Time to shoot this bloody scene before the fire starts to go down. Let's get on with it!"He looked at Veronica. "I don't recognise you. What are you doing here? Never mind! At least you undress a lot more quickly than the rest of this lot!"Veronica became aware that, all about her, the men and women around the fire were stripping off their clothes. Soon she was no longer unique in her. Finally I got home, and quickly washed all the things that I'dmanaged to get dirty over the past couple of days. I sat thinking,trying to work out what I could do. I knew there was no way I couldtell my parents, my Dad would beat me again and my Mum would justignore what I said and keep such a close eye on me I wouldn't be ableto do anything. I thought there must be some way that I could go toHayley's school, but how could I do that as a girl? Then it hit me,if Hayley would let me stay in her. She was not in a good mood, and saw no reason for anyone else to be any different.Something wet touched her nose. Snow. And then a rain drop. Wonderful. She was glad she didn't have to out driving anywhere. Cars would be sliding all over the road.Great. Add homesickness to the day's mental worries.She heard a rider. Armored, she thought, from the direction of the Palace. Moving down the wall, she peered out. Yes. It was Piotr, in full winged regalia. Was he trying to impress her, remind her of.