R2D2 decided that we should sleep together. So I got our sleeping bags out of the cellar and laid them out on my bedroom floor up in the loft. We left... my bedroom door open and were sound asleep long before mom and dad came home.Since we had fallen asleep early of course we awoke early too. We made love twice in the middle of the night and fell back asleep again. Mom had to wake us up in the morning for breakfast. Mom was pleased that we weren’t fighting but she was very curious as to why we. She almost dropped her pistol while putting it into her new looking holster. "You have handled a weapon before deputy?"Angie thought back to her issued shotgun at C.A.M.P. and replied "Yes sergeant. I won't need to use it much, will I sergeant?" Angie's concern was evident in her voice. Sergeant Cook was happy that she wasn't a gun-happy type of deputy. Duty at their station took restraint and understanding. Sergeant Cook and Deputy Applegate went back to the Ready Room."I'm glad to hear that. I slowly swiped the pad of my thumb back and forth over his stubbly cheek, waiting for him to wake up. My timed alarm clock gently flicked to the local classical radio station as the low tones of pièces froides softly danced into the room.“Morning,” he said sleepily.“Morning,” I replied.The soft sighs of someone who was half asleep, half awake filled the early morning bedroom, until he finally, slowly opened his eyes. He moved my hand from his cheek and kissed it.“You like classical music?” he. When I showed up a little ahead of the time Alejandra had set for her return there was no sign of her. Natalia greeted me with a hug and a kiss that was proper but to my active imagination seemed to suggest possibilities. The devil, the one on my right shoulder, clapped.“Come in, Michael. My daughter should be here shortly.”Natalia had a bottle of wine open and it was easy to accept her offer of a glass. We settled ourselves in the front room.“Is Monsieur M in, Natalia?”She smiled. My.