” This is generally not how our relationship works. He asks, “Is this a to-do list?” “Well, not really. I just figured, since you’d be out......” “Is it a honey-do list??” Now he’s two steps away. I can’t look him in the eye. Even though I'm tall, he's still taller than me--6' 3" or 6' 4". And those gray/green eyes bore straight through me, to my soul. I say, “No, it’s not--” “I think it is. There’s not even a please, or a ‘Honey, would you mind.’ What did I say I’d do with a honey-do list if I. "Howard turned, startled. The voice seemed to be directed at him, but it couldn't be! He saw an old woman standing; her arms crossed sternly, a frown on her face. And she was staring at him!"Young lady, did you hear me?" the old woman said again.Howard's jaw flapped as he realized that the woman was talking directly to him. "But..." His voice rang impossibly in his ears ? a soft, musical voice oozing with sex appeal. "But..."The old woman grasped him by the arms and turned him back toward the. As evening approached, the market began to close down and many of the stalls, along with their owner's merchandise, were removed. I was still sitting there when Captain O'Donnell happened by."It's good that I happened across you tonight," the Captain told me, taking a seat and ordering an ale. "We leave on the morning tide." You really don't want to drink that," I told him, after the waiter had delivered his mug and departed. I sent the contents of the mug to the river again before refilling. It seems ironic that just 20 minutes after his arrival the outfit she had so carefully, painstakingly chosen for this meeting now lies crumpled up, disguarded, forgotten, on the floor next to his. He pauses, stands back and looks at her nakedness, taking it all in, absorbing what he sees almost as it is the first time he has seen it, then pulls her towards him again with intense desire. His hands are now all over her body, her breasts, her stomach, her buttocks, then to the opening.