”Annie spun the bag and Pete hefted it over one shoulder and dragged the unfortunate individual round the house to the side gate and around to the f...ront of the building where the accumulated crowd of pressmen gathered on the pavement. He stood squarely with his imposing frame facing the throng.“This man is a trespasser and, as he has no receipts for any of the goods carried about his person, I can only check each item with each of the house’s occupiers and invited guests to ensure they have not. Soon we were greeted by an older Texas gentleman, maybe a little over 40, who went by the Bill and his daughter, Elise. Bill was dressed in a gray suit, cowboy boots and a white cowboy hat. His daughter Elise wore black leggings, under a black skirt, a black blouse, and a light black leather jacket which was worn at the elbows. Her hair was straight jet black with a sheen like oil, had deep brown almost black eyes, and highlighted her features with thick black mascara, thick black eyeliner,. What is it, the Orwins and the Farriers?" "My mother is an Orwin, my father a Farrier," I said. "Where are we headed?" "Have you ever been with a moonlit woman?" she asked. "Not yet, no," I admitted. For that matter, I was only pretty sure that when she referred to herself as moonlit, she meant that she was from the Shadowed Glade of the Moon. "Well," she said, sipping her drink. "I've never fucked a fireman. So that works out." I spun her around, pinned her against the wall, and kissed her. Then he pulled her near, so she stood between his legs. His mouth descended to her left breast. Lucy moaned and hitched her back into an arc. She pushed her fingers into his hair. The silk made a rustling noise, not unlike a soft booming of waves. Waves. Michael dipped his fingers into the softness of the green-blue skirt. The smoothness was like touching water. He lifted the yardage by the fistful, the way he had done in the fabric store when he chose it out for her. Up, up went the makeshift.