His dark eyes ran up and down my body. His sudden case of hungry eyes only added to my nerves. "Look at you," he finally said. "W-w-what?" I mumbled, ...confused. "What you're wearing. Can that white top be any tighter? You can practically see your nipples." My hands flew up over my chest. "Please, Dr. Smith." "And that black skirt, it's short enough, and with those high heeled shoes, I bet half the guys at the party know what color your panties are." He chuckled, and then teasingly added, "You. Truly."The shock on Zevran's face was priceless, and I wished I had a camera. Aedan grinned at Alistair, pleased, and I chuckled softly, nuzzling my face into the brawny shoulder of the man I loved. I was impressed; in the game, it hadn't seemed like Alistair had the maturity to recognise Zevran's worth underneath all the Antivan's bluster, and I was amazed at this more confident Alistair. Duncan's death damaged him so deeply – I didn't realise exactly how deeply until now. I shuffled to my. "I'm Jake," Stammered the tall dark and tattooed man. They talked for a bit and seemed to really click, when another girl rushed up to Lilly, "Lilly, Jan and Hank just broke up, she's crying and I don't know what to do. Can you please talk to her?" Jake, I hate to run off like this. I'll find you later and we can talk some more." She gave him a quick kiss and dashed off. He could swear he felt her pierced tongue brush his lips, but wrote it off to wishful thinking.The evening started to go. Monday evenings she would usually do our laundry, then on the Tuesday the ironing, folding and putting away the clothes. I had my own room there where I laid out my things that were just for the benefit for any visitors that might drop in, in particular her family members as she liked to look as respectable as possible for them, whereas in reality I took over the master bedroom. Sundays was still our best time where we would enjoy breakfast in bed, make love then have a leisurely bath.