The thought was saying, I must moveforward. With my heart thumping with both fear and excitement, I movedsome of the dresses aside and climbed in.As I... moved through row after row of dresses, I noticed they seemed to begetting bigger. I found it difficult to not stop and admire the dresses,especially when I came across one which I knew, somehow, was mine. Itwas a summery pink eyelet dress with lacy white trim on the hem andshort, poofy sleves, a white peter pan collar and a white satin sashthat. When she didn't say anything, he moved in close and bent his head to her neck. "I saw you watching," he whispered. "I was thinking about you as I fucked her," he added.She didn't answer but trembled at his words. Then she whispered as if to protest, "Ryan, we shouldn't." But then she turned her head to the side, letting him kiss her neck.Ryan slid his hands to her tiny skirt, pulling it up to her waist. He pressed forward touching the backs of her thighs with his growing erection. He felt her. " Mrs. Severson look in on you?" Yeah. She made me lunch, and we talked a while. She's nice," he added."I thought she kind of annoyed you, sometimes," Joan said curiously."Well, sometimes. But not today." He looked back down at his papers, and Joan got up."I've got to take a shower," she said. "I'm going out tonight." Who with?" Sam asked without looking up."Just some friends. It's not a date, or anything." Why had she said that? It didn't matter to him. With an inward shrug she went upstairs. "Partheon would like to speak with you, M'Lady." Very well, lead me to him."Asiara knew what this was about. Partheon was her second in command in military matters, and she hadn't spoken to him since the battle with the Sersiphi. He would be anxious to go over the details of the battle and to discuss their plans going forward.But Asiara found such topics somehow distasteful at the moment. Normally, military strategy would get her blood boiling only slightly less than her exploits between the.