’ The page was back. ‘Sir William, it is Lady Cecelia’s lady-in-waiting. She asks if Lady Cecelia may see you.’ ‘Tell her to tell her Lady t...hat I will be ready in some minutes as soon as I dress’ He left. There was much discussion outside the flaps of the tent until the page returned, flustered He came back in. ‘ The Lady wishes to see you now, sir.’ I paused. ‘Leave me. Both of you. Tell the Lady to enter.’ Moments later Cecelia enetered this man’s domain tentatively, searching these new. But also I was scared as hell to do so.So I wanted to make sure she is up for it or to bring her slowly to the mood. I slowly removed my shoe and sock from my right foot. I placed it between the gaps between her seat near her ass. I was closely noticing her response while trying to act like watching a movie on my mobile.Then very smoothly and slowly I was inserting my foot deeper and deeper. Suddenly the bus jumped in a small bump and my foot touched her ass in that jerk. Immediately my heart. ’ She warmly cooed. ‘I know I should have told you that long ago, but it’s true. You were the one.’ I couldn’t reply. How could I have? What does one say to someone who reveals a lifelong pledge of such deep measure? I felt so stupid… so inarticulate in my reply. ‘Oh Cyn.’ I uttered in a loving tone. ‘Why didn’t you ever say anything?’ I could hear the growing sadness in her words. Our conversation now was one of thoughtful consequence. I could tell she was gently crying, although she was. Grabbing the towel, she stepped towards the small pool at the base of the outcropping, unbuttoning her habit as she went… Just a few miles away, Lord Sinclair Harper, Sin to his friends, was out for his morning ride on his black stallion and was also thinking of taking a dip in the glen’s pool. Sin had been away for 8 years, earning his fortune in Jamaica with an export business. His father had demanded that he marry some simpering London chit when he was 21 or be tossed out on his ear. Sin had.