| PART THREE -------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- "Damn you" I said laughing as I sat up in bed pulling the sheet around my naked chest. Jean-Claude rolled over onto is back laughing. The sheet slipped perilously low on his hips when he turned, but he didn't seem to notice - or perhaps he just didn't care. "Ah, ma petite, such sweet things you say." After all the times we had slept together, it still amazed me how much I wanted his lovely body. Each time was like a new experience. "You know, I just realized I didn't call Richard to tell him what's going on." I said. "Perhaps we should not worry him with this while he is in Tennessee and cannot be here to lend a hand." "True - I know he would come back and then I would have to worry about him getting himself killed - Olaf will harm anything that gets in his way." "Well, you do not have to worry about me, ma petite, I can take care of myself." "Yes, that's the one good thing about you." He ran a hand up my leg under the sheet, stopping very high on my thing. "Just one thing?" He had the look on his face that said he was ready for more. "NO!" I said laughing. "No more. You're like a kid with new toy. I gave in to you once tonight, now I need to concentrate on the problem that is lurking around St. Louis." I got out of bed pulling the sheet around me and completely off of Jean-Claude in the process. I looked back at him as I grabbed my suitcase from the floor. He had rolled onto his side and was striking a pose that would be the envy of every Play Girl model. "No!" I said again as I went into the bathroom to bathe and change. I locked the door and leaned against it. What I really wanted to do was crawl back in bed and give in to Jean-Claude. Let him make me forget about Olaf - at least for a while. But that's not the way to get plans made. When I emerged form the bathroom I was no closer to figuring out what to do about Olaf than when I went in. I was wearing my short, black, satin nightgown that Jean-Claude had given me. Jean-Claude had dressed in his black silk pajama pants and matching robe and had draped himself on the chair. There was no other way to describe it, he did nothing simply. "Lovely as ever, ma petite." He got up from the chair gracefully - though I don't see how - anyone else would have struggled to get up from that position, he made it look easy. He must spend his days practicing. I held my hand up to him as he approached, "I meant it Jean-Claude, no more" "I merely wanted to give you a goodnight kiss, surely you will not deny me that." I stopped him and had to laugh, "No, because one kiss from you always leads to other things." He held his hands up in mock surrender, "I give up, but please allow me to lay here with you until you fall asleep." "Ok, but no funny stuff." I shook a warning finger at him. He smiled. "As you wish, ma petite. I will retire to my coffin when the sun rises and leave the room to you. You and Edward may do your planning here." We got into bed and spooned as best we could. It wasn't perfect but I was comfortable and felt safe. I hadn't realized how tired I was, and was asleep in a matter of minutes. ---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- PART FOUR |