“Yep, I am.” There is no point denying it, how can I, laying here like this? “Nice, I wish I was hairier. I mean, I've got hairs but you can't r...eally see a lot of them, they're so light. Sometimes, I think that I look like a little boy.” I lay on my back still, my leg across his lap and I can feel something hardening under my knee. Simon is getting a boner, mucking about with my foot and checking out my leg hair has given him a boner! Now I don't feel so bad about my own growing stiffy, caged. ”“Not the swill I have been forced to imbibe in recent years.” Chaun stretched. “I have missed this.”My armor clinked as I shifted.“You can sit down,” Sophia said, patting the divan next to her as she looked at me.“I'm fine.” I didn't like this. We were here telling lies about our purpose all so we could rob our host. The piece of the sword was important, but I hated our method for claiming it. I ground my teeth as my stomach twisted.If we were connected to the theft, it would forever stain the. "I think she was using the rhythm method. Either that, or she was just being stupid." What was that saying? There's a word for women who use the rhythm method: mothers. You'd think, with all of the information available, that she would taken precautions." Maybe she couldn't because her mother wouldn't let her. Some mothers don't want to let their girls use birth control because that means their little girl is growing up." That's stupid." I hadn't had that problem. Mom had carefully explained. That better not be a boxof chocolates! Do you know how wrong it is to bring candy to anapartment full of models?" He looked down at what he was carrying. "No, this box here is a copyof the manuscript I just sent to my publisher. Maritza had peeked at adraft of it when she was at my place, and I'd promised to let her readit when it was done."Nikki chimed in. "I think she did say you wrote books. What's itabout?" It's a character study about a newly widowed woman trying to find herplace.