" You're right. Sometimes I sing to her, she used to like it when I did. I came to do it again. But you go on." Nae, 'tis yer gran'mitherr," said MacP...herson. "Yer voice'll be fairrer t'herr than mine, an' besi'es me throa' is ge'in' drry. Ye si', an' I'll ge' a glass o' wa'err."Neither man met the other's glance as Igwanda took MacPherson's place and began to croon softly. As MacPherson helped himself to not one but two full glasses of water from the nearby sink he was slightly surprised that. ”“Is Professor Brennan in? Tell him it’s Patrick.”“Just a moment, please ... hello ... can he call you back?”“Yes. He has my number. I’ll be available for at least an hour.”Well, he’d call back, I was sure.“Well?,” asked Rachel.“Believe it or not, I don’t know. There are several possibilities, but they’re all pretty disagreeable. Ugly. Distasteful.”“I think I get your point. What now?”“I’m waiting for Sean to call back. I think he might have an idea or two. I’m hoping he does. Want some. I’m okay. I can feel you have done it to me, but it doesn’t really hurt. Can we do it again?” “Yes, but there is no way old Roger down there is going to stand up again for a little while. I’ll go and make you some breakfast.” “No. I will make it for you.” And she rolled out of bed, pulled her nighty over her head, threw it on the end of the bed and walked out of the bedroom totally nude. I lay there for a couple of minutes in amazement. Women are really strange sometimes. They act so timid. Then she asked me again what I wanted. I told her I was glad that she had stopped by for a visit. She seemed afraid and told me that she needed to please me or she would be in trouble. I was confused.I put on some music and took a sip of my wine. I noticed that hers was untouched, and I lifted it to her lips and told her I thought she would like it. She said she would prefer to just get on with pleasing me.I leaved forward, thinking she wanted me to kiss her, but she turned her head to the.