And it is NOT to be opened either. One more to come.’ ‘Chocolate,’ she said through a smile, recognizing the gold Godiva box, the fax still in h...er hand. ‘I’m going to KILL him…’ Now this little mystery was starting to make sense. She had long cut him all the slack he needed for his career, which took him on the road too often for their liking. The good times were exquisite, though too few and far between for them both. Now this — the faxes, gifts — and, the doorbell? The florist’s timing was. If anyone’s making a negotiated decision, it’s going to be me as I’m the one who gets it in the neck if it turns bad,” Morgana replied.“My Queen also believes this to be so, though delegates negotiating authority to lower orders,” Talshish noted.“I do that for Simon. I also pass authority down to the Bureau heads, but if Simon were here, he’d be the one talking,” Morgana shrugged, completely blanking the waiting Drow.The female Drow was now on her feet looking extremely angry, but also. He felt foolish for letting himself get so carried away over a white girl who was really no more than a child. The chances were small that he'd ever get close enough to so much as even kiss Billie-Ann Wheeler, much less take her clothes off. Billie was only thirteen. A child. And a not very knowledgeable one at that. No telling what she'd talk around if Hanson so much as patted her pretty little bottom with his hand. And like his daddy had said, that added up to trouble. Besides, there would be. He had taken pictures of her in that blue flowered dress and in what she had on beneath it too. However, she did not get totally naked but adorning a bra and underwear said more then enough or so he thought it did. And getting her to get undressed for this, this photography shoot was a miracle he thought. He was able to do shoulder shots while she held the dress over her boobs. He loved her shoulders. Hers, he thought, were so darn soft looking, and as she smiled finally he told her she was.