One of Scott's hands was buried between Alyssa's buttocks, and obviously buried even deeper between her thighs. His other hand was cupping the bared b...reast and his mouth was closed around the nipple.Alyssa's closed eyes opened and her open mouth closed. She understood someone else was in the room and bolted from the bed. At the same time as she stood beside the bed she was frantically trying to push down her nightie."Ja... Jamie?" she breathed."Hi," Jamie smiled and took Alyssa's hand. "I have. Spat at me, tried to claw me eyes. I had to lash her in a hammock each night to prevent her from killin' me with me own sword."He shook his head and poured himself another drink."As I can well imagine she would," Connor said with his typical fastidiousness."Per'aps so," the man said with a shrug. "Still, she came around." Oh?" Batterton asked with as much ease as he could muster."Aye," the man said. "Well, ye be knowing women."Not our lawyer friend. The poor man had loved only two women and. . DAMN! I spent the early afternoon chatting with them, telling jokes, and having a pretty good time. Charlotte was effusively chatty, and I learned she was seventeen, a junior in high school, on the honors list, and had no boyfriend back home. Around four, Megan stood up and told her sister that she was off to her "study group", and that I had promised to take her out to dinner and entertain her. Charlotte flashed me a big smile and batted her eyelashes. I took her outside to my 65 Pontiac,. They just couldn't. It's amazing how a guilty conscience makes us think things that we know just can't be true, right?Becky helped me get everything ready for dinner. She grabbed a bottle of Chianti as we sat down and poured both of us a generous glass. I had always let her drink at home. When I was in Europe I noticed that European kids didn't tend to do the stupid things because of alcohol that American kids do. I think there is no mystery around alcohol for them as they can drink early. They.