."He trailed off. I didn't tell him his wife's married name gave me the giggles, too. No use piling on."It's partly your own fault," I told him. "It's... the last name that's the real clincher. I forget what Juniper told me was your wife's maiden name, or her name after her first marriage, but I remember that they sounded more -- serious -- than 'Jones' does." It's true," Franklin said.That seemed to be the end of the topic."Anyway, call Em-Jay tomorrow, before you need to go to the park," he. “Hey Madison, you beautiful creature,” he says, “What do you girls think about when you finger fuck yourselves?”“Ask them,” I say smoothly and smile sweetly, not rising to the bait.Jed sits beside Mike. “What does Madison think about?” he asks quietly, “When she gets herself off.”“What makes you think I do,” I say primly, wide eyed and innocent.“Oh you do,” murmurs Jed. He looks at my breasts and I tilt them up to give him a thrill. I'm a 36D with a slim back so I do get noticed. I like men to. She had been spending years in complete isolation inside that tower, from puberty up until now, she already made peace with her meager lot in this life: to be used as a vessel to carry a stranger's offspring. She just sat on a padded chair, watching outside of the window, observing the horizon, waiting for the guards to come and escort her to the tourney.---All of the unmarried warriors of the city attended to the annual tournament, jousting, fighting in their heavy armor and ultimately,. He shook his head slightly and gently twirled one of my long dark locks. ‘Seriously, Cat. Have you dated, or even gone out to the pub, or something, since Nick left?’ ‘No,’ I said, annoyed. ‘And I don’t want to. Look,’ I sighed when he gave a warning tug on my hair. ‘I know y’all wanted to hunt him down and kick his ass for me, but I’m really ok. I’m not missing him or anything. I’m glad he’s gone, I really am. It’ll just take me a while to scrape myself back together enough to want to find.