" I smiled."No we won't," I said. "We're going to win. Just let me lead, okay?" She looked more than dubious but reluctantly nodded her okay.To make a... long story short: we won boogie, came in second to Corky Wheeler and her date in the swing, and finished out of the money in the chacha. Well, we hadn't had time to practice. Odd thing, the chacha is my best dance, but it's difficult to lead an inexperienced partner in its more intricate variations; and, like I said, we hadn't had a chance to. Macro saw his brother's hand on the hilt of the short sword, ready to react to any threat."I have mulled the options. No noble widow of proper family is unwed in Tanitsar. The daughters of the noble families are young and deserving of a better fate than to wait upon an ageing king."Here the King nodded towards Elbar of Clonal, who, strangely, nodded in smiling agreement. He had a daughter of marriage age, the Noble Alana, and many had pegged her as future Queen."As my age advances," the King. Pulling her into him and wrapping his arms around her, Daphne found herself wrapping her arms around him. She hated these arrogant types. He brought his hands around grasping her open shirt. He popped the rest of her buttons as well as the snaps of her vest. Daphne appreciated the assertiveness of the stranger, and displaying her own show of lust as she ripped his shirt buttons. Nuzzling herself into his neck, he pulled her shirt from out of her jeans, and then unbuttoned them. As she stood up. .That is, him...Hell's fire, she fumed. She just wished they could be together. For shestill recalled that wondrously blissful moment when they had falleninto one another's arms. It had been a truly joyous union while it hadlasted, and even if she didn't know how it happened, she did so wish torelive that moment again and again despite the memories now insistingthey had been lovers for much longer than she recalled.She frowned as she stood up, cleaning herself up before she donned hernight.