." That I would change my mind," he interjected."Yeah," she sheepishly admitted. "Honey, it's for..." I know, I know; it's for charity. That doesn't m...ean everybody involved in this thing is a saint, honey." Did you read the brochure? Did you see all the precautions they take?" Yeah, I read it. I'll admit, it seems very well organized, but this is only the third year for this thing. If you ask me, they've just been lucky something hasn't happened." Honey, some of the registered bidders are in. I’m a hopeless, romantic dreamer. I sighed.“Would you like to come for dinner tomorrow? Well, today would be better but I don’t know if you already made other plans,” he asked.That was unexpected. “Actually, I’m already relaxing after a long day and I’m about to immerse my tired limbs in the bathtub. Tomorrow will be fine,” I answered.“Deal. And bring your pj’s so you don’t have to drive home, and we can drink,” he said with a happy voice.“Sounds great, but last time I checked you don’t have an. “Jacqui, meet my friend Barby,” I said, as Barby moved slowly down the stairs, smiling broadly. “I’ve heard so much about you Jacqui. According to Bob, you’re the most sexy young girl he’s met in over 20 years.”“Oh. I err . . . hi Barby,” she said, surprised.By this time, Barby was at the bottom of the stairs beside us, inviting us all to go on into the lounge room.Jacqui sat on a couch, Barbie next to her, leering at her gorgeous figure with lustful eyes, letting her arm casually rest on. He was leaning against the doorframe, his 7 foot frame hunched slightly to fit. Raanciel looked away and turned towards his pack. He closed the flap of his leather bag and threw the strap over his shoulder. He stood and looked at his brother with a frown. “There is nothing to reconsider. I cannot stay here,” Raanciel said and walked up to his brother and stared up at his towering form. “Isekocaan, you are the only one that truly cares about me.” Raanciel turned his head away from his brother.