Or, alternately, she might get icy, dismissive, and insulting. He'd rather not have this outcome, but he'd just wear this one too. Whatever happened, ...he just had to look past it, figure out how to reassure that he was dead serious about helping her.Chris watched her as she watched him approach. As he started to come close, she put her book aside, and put her hands on the ground, as if to get up. It was a sign he'd been watching for, and he slowed and turned a little to her side, as if he was. Your father, teryn Bryce Cousland has left with your older brother for the war in the south, leaving you in charge of the castle and region alongside your beautiful mother, Eleanor, and your brother's wife and daughter. "Ah, there you are my boy," sighed Eleanor, looking slightly annoyed to find you lounging your time away reading in your room. "Come outside, Lady Landra and her son have arrived and you as their host must be courteous!" Yes, mother," you sigh, getting off your bed and quickly. "Really", I said, "sit down and tell me all about it". She took a seat on the couch next to me. She explained that she was a small time singer. Her husband had paid for her to have a few demos made. She wanted to pursue music in LA but her husband didn't want to move. "I want to hear you sing", I told her. "You are", she said. "No,no, no, LIVE". She laughed. "But, I don't have a microphone". "SING", I said again. "I need a mic, she said". "I WANT YOU TO SING FOR ME". "I need a mic" she said. I got woken up at about 4 in the morning by a really loud rumble of thunder. When I looked down at Zoe to see if it had woken her up, I was surprised to see that she was still asleep. I drifted off again, only to be woken about an hour later, but something was different, my hand had slipped down her body and was rubbing her pussy through her underwear, and my other hand had gone underneath her and was caressing her left tit through the oversized tee-shirt that she always wore to bed. I was.