The touch of her fangs scraping against his skin made Alexander shiver in spite of himself. Amberelle was daring and confident tonight. He knew what he wanted to do with her and the thought of such wanton desires made Alexander's throat dry as he swallowed.
He pretended not to be moved by her suggestion, but his right hand said otherwise. His fingers moved quickly up the inside of her inner thigh, parting her dress, as he gently caressed the firm skin and flesh. He lingered there for a moment, almost daring Amberelle to react as the people in the auditorium took their seats and fell silent as the lights dimmed and the stage performance began.
Alexander looked at Amberelle and smiled as he continued to caress her thigh. He leant over and kissed her gently behind the left ear, and let his own fangs gently scrape along her skin. He removed his hand from her dress and still leaning close to her face whispered.
"Perhaps later on, cheri."
Pranzare ed il teatro (attn. Amberelle)
The limousine wasn't out of place as it pulled up to the kerb in front of Enzo's. In face it was the third one in line waiting to discharge it's passengers in front of the well established restaurant. Despite the subtle facade of the unassuming entrance, the immaculately dressed and groomed doorsmen gave Enzo's away as a place of distinction, if not discretion.
Alexander had chosen to trust Amberelle's taste and discretion for both the dining and entertainment portions of tonights social engagement. And he had no reason to doubt her so far.
Even Roger who was driving the limosuine had exclaimed to Alexander what excellent taste and foresight Amberelle had. Alexander had smiled at Roger's wistful sigh, and remembered again that this wasn't the man's full time occupation. But when it came to service, Roger's was second to none and Alexander could not fault Rupert on his choice.
Alexander half expected the flash of lightbulbs and the press of reporters buzzing with excited questions to greet the pair when the doorman finally opened the passenger side door to the limosuine. Alexander adjusted his silver cufflinks one final time as he exited the vehicle and stepped into the crisp night air.
He stood to one side and held out his arm for Amberelle to gently lever herself out of the limosuine with. She had truly outdone herself tonight. A delightful black satin dress and heels to match Alexander's black suit and leather shoes, and a wonderful fragrance that was both elegant and sophisticated.
Alexander took Amberelle's delicate hand and watched in subdued awe as she calmly exited the limousine and smiled at him for his politeness. She placed her hand through his as the pair stepped forward onto the carpet and the doorman greeted them in Italian with a warm and genuine smile that only further widened when Alexander slipped a hundred dollar note into sturdy hand.
Alexander was used to this, generosity tended to be rewarded with polite service and special favour in establishments like this from London to Rome, and Alexander had come approporiately prepared to ensure both would not be lacking tonight. After all this was Amberelle's night as much as his.
"Some things never change," Alexander said softly to himself as he and Amberelle made their way up to the host's podium.
Alex West
17 years ago
Amberelle DeEspionne
17 years ago
Firm fingertips skimmed up over the lacy tops of her stockings and Amberelle went still. Fire licked through her body in waves from where Alex touched and she clenched the program in her trembling right hand. Her brain screamed at her not to react, they were in public! A fact that was brought home as her suddenly hyper sensitive senses picked out when the woman next to her shifted in her seat, someone to the front coughed, a foot scuffed the floor. And, it was a fact that seemed only to fan the fire he was building.. much to her suprise.
Turning her head Amby focused on his face as he stared ahead without any hint that he sensed the torment he was causing her evident in his demeanor. Her eyes were huge with suprise and burned with desire. Despite her best efforts she felt herself shiver and tremble slightly. When he turned and smiled at her a rush of heat flowed through her and her face burned suddenly, making her turn away embarassed to be reacting so wantonly. The warm heat of his breath on her ear brought home the error of that move and she clenched her eyes closed and bit back a whimper at the gentle kiss he gave her sensitive skin. It sent waves of heat down to join the smoldering fire he'd created, leaving her barely able to control herself.
It was the feel of his fangs that proved her undoing. The blonde's eyes flew open with a soft gasp. Amberelle's left hand gripped the armrest between them hard enough to feel the metal form grooves around her fingers. Inside her a raging inferno roared to life, and every inch of her skin burned. She was so flushed, he had to feel the heat radiating off of her, she just knew it.
And suddenly the hand that tortured her flesh so exquisitely slipped away to be replaced with a rush of cool air. It left her feeling hungry for so much more. 'Oh dear God I want him so bad.' That realization made her shiver.
A different kind of warmth ran through her breast at the term of endearment he used. Alex had called her cheri. The Creole wasn't sure why such a simple thing would make her so happy but it did. There was so much she was going to have to learn about caring for someone else, and them for you. Those little things like that. It didn't strike her as strange that the thought wasn't terror inducing as it had always been for her in the past.
Turning and nuzzling his jaw, she rubbed her cheek on his and whispered, Watch the show.. we should watch the show. Even to her own ears it was hard to tell if she was saying that to him or herself. It took supreme effort but she forced herself to look to the performance in front of them, and focus her attention on the show.
After a few minutes of effort, her mind was able to clear most of the fog from her arousal. Amberelle found herself laughing and gasping at the wonderous theatrics, sucked into the experience of the story.
Turning her head Amby focused on his face as he stared ahead without any hint that he sensed the torment he was causing her evident in his demeanor. Her eyes were huge with suprise and burned with desire. Despite her best efforts she felt herself shiver and tremble slightly. When he turned and smiled at her a rush of heat flowed through her and her face burned suddenly, making her turn away embarassed to be reacting so wantonly. The warm heat of his breath on her ear brought home the error of that move and she clenched her eyes closed and bit back a whimper at the gentle kiss he gave her sensitive skin. It sent waves of heat down to join the smoldering fire he'd created, leaving her barely able to control herself.
It was the feel of his fangs that proved her undoing. The blonde's eyes flew open with a soft gasp. Amberelle's left hand gripped the armrest between them hard enough to feel the metal form grooves around her fingers. Inside her a raging inferno roared to life, and every inch of her skin burned. She was so flushed, he had to feel the heat radiating off of her, she just knew it.
And suddenly the hand that tortured her flesh so exquisitely slipped away to be replaced with a rush of cool air. It left her feeling hungry for so much more. 'Oh dear God I want him so bad.' That realization made her shiver.
A different kind of warmth ran through her breast at the term of endearment he used. Alex had called her cheri. The Creole wasn't sure why such a simple thing would make her so happy but it did. There was so much she was going to have to learn about caring for someone else, and them for you. Those little things like that. It didn't strike her as strange that the thought wasn't terror inducing as it had always been for her in the past.
Turning and nuzzling his jaw, she rubbed her cheek on his and whispered, Watch the show.. we should watch the show. Even to her own ears it was hard to tell if she was saying that to him or herself. It took supreme effort but she forced herself to look to the performance in front of them, and focus her attention on the show.
After a few minutes of effort, her mind was able to clear most of the fog from her arousal. Amberelle found herself laughing and gasping at the wonderous theatrics, sucked into the experience of the story.
Alex West
17 years ago
He had got a reaction alright, and Alexander felt elation that she had not only accepted his attentions, but apparently relished it. But Amberelle was right. There was the show, and not the one in the seats.
She slipped her arm through his and sighed. There was that giddyness again. Alexander placed his hand on hers and turned his attention towards the stage.
The time passed quickly. A tapestry of light and magic unfolded upon the stage, and Alexander felt himself engrossed in one spectacle of art, music and acrobatics after the other. The show was both enlightening and entertaining, and Alexander found himself smiling in spite of himself. It was different, yes, but very good.
The last of the performers exited the stage and the lights in the auditorium were slowly raised. It seemed that Intermission was upon them.
People began shuffling around and leaving their seats, all the while commenting on the performance that had just unfolded on stage.
"Oh bravo," Alexander exclaimed, "that was pure delight, Amby. Thank you for bringing me here tonight."
She slipped her arm through his and sighed. There was that giddyness again. Alexander placed his hand on hers and turned his attention towards the stage.
The time passed quickly. A tapestry of light and magic unfolded upon the stage, and Alexander felt himself engrossed in one spectacle of art, music and acrobatics after the other. The show was both enlightening and entertaining, and Alexander found himself smiling in spite of himself. It was different, yes, but very good.
The last of the performers exited the stage and the lights in the auditorium were slowly raised. It seemed that Intermission was upon them.
People began shuffling around and leaving their seats, all the while commenting on the performance that had just unfolded on stage.
"Oh bravo," Alexander exclaimed, "that was pure delight, Amby. Thank you for bringing me here tonight."
Amberelle DeEspionne
17 years ago
Oh you're welcome, cheri.. It gave her a thrill when she called him that. And there's more of that delight to come. Amberelle's eyes widened and she blushed when she realized how that could very well have sounded, especially after what had happened only a short time before. I mean, there's more to see.. 'Eee! That's no better!' Umm.. there's more show.. oh Mon Dieu.. Her voice squeeked out the last few words.
She twisted in the seat to bury her flushed face in his shoulder to hide her distress. 'Talk about Freudian slips,' she wailed to herself. Speaking into his jacket she mumbled I think.. someone shoot me. His chest rumbling slightly with laughter didn't help her feel any better, even as he wrapped an arm around to give her a gentle squeeze. His amusement did however annoy her, which had her lifting her face to glare at him a moment before sighing and chuckling with him.
Doubling up her fist she punched her date's shoulder, rather hard. It's all your fault, making me all.. all.. flustered. In a very quiet voice, eyes darting away too embarassed to meet his, she added, Not that I didn't like it.
Hopping up, she shifted her wrap and purse to her right arm and hand, then tugged Alex up with her left. Let's go back to the suite and get a drink. She couldn't stop all those lascivious thoughts from rolling through her head now that she'd started them, and the blonde knew she needed a distraction, fast, before the inferno inside her came back to life.
"Of course, my dear," Alex replied with that smile of his that was beginning to drive her insane with wanting to kiss it away. Walking back he kept his hand at the small of her back and Amberelle was acutely aware of its heat. Which reminded her how warm it had been, when he.. 'God, god, god, stop..' she mentally berated herself.
Just before they reached the private entrance, the blonde pushed him to the side and into a corner half hidden by shadows and a large column. Molding herself against him Amberelle pressed her lips to his. One hand grasped his coat front and pulled him against her tightly. All of the pent up passion he'd awoken in her earlier poured out as she tried to devour him.
Forcing herself to tear herself away from him, Amberelle's breathing was ragged. Swallowing hard she gave them both a moment to recover. Her voice trembled when she finally spoke, French and English mixing.
I hope you can handle this beast you've awoken in me, dearest.
She twisted in the seat to bury her flushed face in his shoulder to hide her distress. 'Talk about Freudian slips,' she wailed to herself. Speaking into his jacket she mumbled I think.. someone shoot me. His chest rumbling slightly with laughter didn't help her feel any better, even as he wrapped an arm around to give her a gentle squeeze. His amusement did however annoy her, which had her lifting her face to glare at him a moment before sighing and chuckling with him.
Doubling up her fist she punched her date's shoulder, rather hard. It's all your fault, making me all.. all.. flustered. In a very quiet voice, eyes darting away too embarassed to meet his, she added, Not that I didn't like it.
Hopping up, she shifted her wrap and purse to her right arm and hand, then tugged Alex up with her left. Let's go back to the suite and get a drink. She couldn't stop all those lascivious thoughts from rolling through her head now that she'd started them, and the blonde knew she needed a distraction, fast, before the inferno inside her came back to life.
"Of course, my dear," Alex replied with that smile of his that was beginning to drive her insane with wanting to kiss it away. Walking back he kept his hand at the small of her back and Amberelle was acutely aware of its heat. Which reminded her how warm it had been, when he.. 'God, god, god, stop..' she mentally berated herself.
Just before they reached the private entrance, the blonde pushed him to the side and into a corner half hidden by shadows and a large column. Molding herself against him Amberelle pressed her lips to his. One hand grasped his coat front and pulled him against her tightly. All of the pent up passion he'd awoken in her earlier poured out as she tried to devour him.
Forcing herself to tear herself away from him, Amberelle's breathing was ragged. Swallowing hard she gave them both a moment to recover. Her voice trembled when she finally spoke, French and English mixing.
I hope you can handle this beast you've awoken in me, dearest.
Alex West
17 years ago
Alexander wrapped one hand around Amberelle's waist and the other behind her neck where he ran his fingers through her fine hair. He stared into her eyes and smiled slyly.
"Oh I very much doubt that, cheri. But one can only try."
He cut off her reply by closing his mouth open hers, and kissing her passionately. Amberelle's stifled moan of protest subsided as her lips parted. His tongue darted after hers as the pair held each other tight.
Alexander was tempted to bite his lip and share with her his blood, but he refraimed with some effort. He had no idea what would transpire if either of them were to lose control in such ectasy in public. Nothing good, he supposed, although the idea was sorely tempting.
He traced his fingers along her spine and behind her neck, his other hand moving downwards to caress between her thighs.
Alexander's eyes widened slightly as Amberelle gripped his rear and dug her nails into his buttocks. He prayed that she hadn't put holes in the fabric. He would have a hard time explaining that away if anyone noticed.
He continued to drown himself in her kiss, all thoughts of getting a drink forgotten. This was a far more pleasant way to spend intermission.
"Oh I very much doubt that, cheri. But one can only try."
He cut off her reply by closing his mouth open hers, and kissing her passionately. Amberelle's stifled moan of protest subsided as her lips parted. His tongue darted after hers as the pair held each other tight.
Alexander was tempted to bite his lip and share with her his blood, but he refraimed with some effort. He had no idea what would transpire if either of them were to lose control in such ectasy in public. Nothing good, he supposed, although the idea was sorely tempting.
He traced his fingers along her spine and behind her neck, his other hand moving downwards to caress between her thighs.
Alexander's eyes widened slightly as Amberelle gripped his rear and dug her nails into his buttocks. He prayed that she hadn't put holes in the fabric. He would have a hard time explaining that away if anyone noticed.
He continued to drown himself in her kiss, all thoughts of getting a drink forgotten. This was a far more pleasant way to spend intermission.
Amberelle DeEspionne
17 years ago
Amberelle was lost, completely, in Alex's kiss. His hands on her body were burning where they touched, scorching her like the sun. Pleasure unlike anything she'd ever felt ran through her and when his hands again reached the delicate skin of her thighs she grabbed onto him tightly as her knees threatened to buckle.
Feeling lightheaded and weak she clung to him for support and returned his kiss, her tongue dancing with his as she invaded then retreated. When she could stand no longer his hands held her aloft. It didn't matter where they were or who was nearby, she couldn't have, wouldn't have, denied him anything then. Soft whimpers came from her throat and she arched her head back, grinding against him.
His lips trailed onto her neck, soft and hot. Amby's eyes fluttered open and she stared up at the ceiling in wonder. She had never felt anything like this before. There were a few lovers in her past, but no one had ever made her body burn like Alex did. Sliding her hands up to grip his back under his jacket, her nails dug into him. Part of her wanted to offer herself to him as his tongue caressed the pounding pulse in her neck. But thankfully she knew not to do so in such an open place.
The lights flickered softly and she vaguely became aware of people exiting the nearby doors. A low moan escaped her lips and she straightened up, pushing Alex back against the wall. Kissing him hard for a second she pulled away and leaned her forehead against his cheek.
The show.. is starting again.. she managed to say.
Feeling lightheaded and weak she clung to him for support and returned his kiss, her tongue dancing with his as she invaded then retreated. When she could stand no longer his hands held her aloft. It didn't matter where they were or who was nearby, she couldn't have, wouldn't have, denied him anything then. Soft whimpers came from her throat and she arched her head back, grinding against him.
His lips trailed onto her neck, soft and hot. Amby's eyes fluttered open and she stared up at the ceiling in wonder. She had never felt anything like this before. There were a few lovers in her past, but no one had ever made her body burn like Alex did. Sliding her hands up to grip his back under his jacket, her nails dug into him. Part of her wanted to offer herself to him as his tongue caressed the pounding pulse in her neck. But thankfully she knew not to do so in such an open place.
The lights flickered softly and she vaguely became aware of people exiting the nearby doors. A low moan escaped her lips and she straightened up, pushing Alex back against the wall. Kissing him hard for a second she pulled away and leaned her forehead against his cheek.
The show.. is starting again.. she managed to say.
Alex West
17 years ago
She had watched the couple's little tryst with some distaste and now the pair had the audacity to try and hide away while they rubbed up against each other like rutting animals. The indignation was too much. A night at the theatre, did not mean a private show off stage.
Privately she thought the man with the English accent was rather charming, in a rogueish sort of manner. But the young blonde haired hussy was all figure and no class. For shame!
As the pair made their way back to their seats in the auditorium the woman coughed rather loudly as they passed by and tugged at the man's jacket sleeve.
"You sir, should be ashamed of yourself." She hissed at him with self righteous indignation. "Bringing a woman like that to an establishment like this. I have half a mind to report you to the manager."
He stopped in his tracks and whispered something to the blonde. She seemed reluctant to leave him, but leave him she did and made her way down the aisle to her seat. No doubt she would be thinking of other ways to conduct improper behavior.
The man knelt down until he was at the woman's level and stared at her with pale blue eyes. She gasped. Very beautiful eyes and a most distinguished looking face.
"But you won't." He said softly, his eyes never wavering as he addressed the woman.
"I won't?" she snorted in derision, "and why ever not?"
"Because you'd ruin my perfect evening and that wouldn't do at all." His lips parted in a thin smile, a smile she found more disconcerting than reassuring.
"But I-"
He cut off her words with the simple wave of his left index finger.
"You will do nothing."
She shivered. Anything, she would do anything for him.
"I will do...nothing?"
He nodded. "That's right. In fact you want to go home now."
Yes. He was right of course.
"I want to go home." She started to rise from her seat but he shook his head.
"You want to go home because you have a headache."
Now that she thought about it.
"You drank too much wine tonight."
She nodded and rubbed the side of her head.
"I did drink too much wine tonight."
He rose to his feet and offered a sympathetic hand.
"Go home now."
She gratefully accepted the man's hand as he helped her up from her seat.
"Thank you, good sir. Good evening to you."
He nodded. "Good evening to you ma'am."
Alexander watched as the woman made her way past the other returning theatre patrons and exited the auditorium. He adjusted his tie and smoothed down his jacket.
He made his way down the rows and took up his seat next to Amberelle. He placed his hand in hers and kissed her gently on the cheek.
"What was her problem?" Amberelle asked, turning to look back.
Alexander stroked the back of her neck, making Amberelle forget about turning around. She looked at him and smiled.
"I believe the lady had too much wine this evening." Alexander grinned and chuckled.
Privately she thought the man with the English accent was rather charming, in a rogueish sort of manner. But the young blonde haired hussy was all figure and no class. For shame!
As the pair made their way back to their seats in the auditorium the woman coughed rather loudly as they passed by and tugged at the man's jacket sleeve.
"You sir, should be ashamed of yourself." She hissed at him with self righteous indignation. "Bringing a woman like that to an establishment like this. I have half a mind to report you to the manager."
He stopped in his tracks and whispered something to the blonde. She seemed reluctant to leave him, but leave him she did and made her way down the aisle to her seat. No doubt she would be thinking of other ways to conduct improper behavior.
The man knelt down until he was at the woman's level and stared at her with pale blue eyes. She gasped. Very beautiful eyes and a most distinguished looking face.
"But you won't." He said softly, his eyes never wavering as he addressed the woman.
"I won't?" she snorted in derision, "and why ever not?"
"Because you'd ruin my perfect evening and that wouldn't do at all." His lips parted in a thin smile, a smile she found more disconcerting than reassuring.
"But I-"
He cut off her words with the simple wave of his left index finger.
"You will do nothing."
She shivered. Anything, she would do anything for him.
"I will do...nothing?"
He nodded. "That's right. In fact you want to go home now."
Yes. He was right of course.
"I want to go home." She started to rise from her seat but he shook his head.
"You want to go home because you have a headache."
Now that she thought about it.
"You drank too much wine tonight."
She nodded and rubbed the side of her head.
"I did drink too much wine tonight."
He rose to his feet and offered a sympathetic hand.
"Go home now."
She gratefully accepted the man's hand as he helped her up from her seat.
"Thank you, good sir. Good evening to you."
He nodded. "Good evening to you ma'am."
Alexander watched as the woman made her way past the other returning theatre patrons and exited the auditorium. He adjusted his tie and smoothed down his jacket.
He made his way down the rows and took up his seat next to Amberelle. He placed his hand in hers and kissed her gently on the cheek.
"What was her problem?" Amberelle asked, turning to look back.
Alexander stroked the back of her neck, making Amberelle forget about turning around. She looked at him and smiled.
"I believe the lady had too much wine this evening." Alexander grinned and chuckled.
Amberelle DeEspionne
17 years ago
That made Amby laugh softly. Thankfully that was something that she didn't have to worry about anymore. That was nice of you to help her then. He'd been nice to a human stranger, that thought had her heart melting. The blonde nuzzled his hand a placed a kiss on Alex's wrist. Her eyes met his, and whatever thoughts she'd had escaped her. However the soft touches on her neck threatened to reignite the fires she'd managed to tame. Shivering, the blonde gave him a look that said cut it out. He reluctantly complied, and she gave him a smile.
Her lips blew him a soft kiss as the lights went down. Turning back to the stage, she wrapped her arm through his, lacing their fingers and sighed happily. The evening was going absolutely perfectly. The performers reemerged and she rested her head on Alexander's shoulder. Completely content, she watched and quickly became lost in the vibrant theatrics.
When the last acrobat bowed, and the lights rose the couple stood and applauded along with the rest of the auditorium. Grinning up at him, Amby squeezed his arm and bounced happily. That was amazing! Makes me want to see more of their shows. Pausing briefly she looked thoughtful. Maybe sometime we could go see their shows in Vegas..? Sin City sounds fun. Her eyebrows wiggled and she had a naughty grin.
Letting Alex help her get her coat on, she shivvered and smiled at the small kiss he placed at the nape of her neck. Making their way to the exits slowly, she hummed one of the show's songs softly and happily cuddled up to his side when he wrapped an arm around her waist. When they were near the main lobby they paused and he pulled out his PDA, calling ahead to arrange for the limo to pull around out front.
So... now what cheri? There was no way she wanted this evening to end, but what exactly to do now had her divided. Suggest someplace else, or go for something more.. private? Each had its appeal, and Amberelle wanted to know what Alex thought.
Her lips blew him a soft kiss as the lights went down. Turning back to the stage, she wrapped her arm through his, lacing their fingers and sighed happily. The evening was going absolutely perfectly. The performers reemerged and she rested her head on Alexander's shoulder. Completely content, she watched and quickly became lost in the vibrant theatrics.
When the last acrobat bowed, and the lights rose the couple stood and applauded along with the rest of the auditorium. Grinning up at him, Amby squeezed his arm and bounced happily. That was amazing! Makes me want to see more of their shows. Pausing briefly she looked thoughtful. Maybe sometime we could go see their shows in Vegas..? Sin City sounds fun. Her eyebrows wiggled and she had a naughty grin.
Letting Alex help her get her coat on, she shivvered and smiled at the small kiss he placed at the nape of her neck. Making their way to the exits slowly, she hummed one of the show's songs softly and happily cuddled up to his side when he wrapped an arm around her waist. When they were near the main lobby they paused and he pulled out his PDA, calling ahead to arrange for the limo to pull around out front.
So... now what cheri? There was no way she wanted this evening to end, but what exactly to do now had her divided. Suggest someplace else, or go for something more.. private? Each had its appeal, and Amberelle wanted to know what Alex thought.
Alex West
17 years ago
Roger held the passenger side door open for Alexander and Amberelle and his two charges entered the limosuine without incident.
Alexander smiled at Amberelle's mention of Las Vegas. He had made a lot of money each time he'd been to Vegas. Black Jack was his preferred game. The odds were better and even predictable if you were good with numbers. And Alexander was certainly that.
Roger's voice come through over the intercom. "Where to Mister West?"
Alexander thought about that for a moment. It was tempting to head straight back to the mansion and he sorely entertained all sorts of wild thoughts that seemed to end up with him and Amberelle in a spa pool or rolling around on her bed. Alexander coughed slightly and pressed a small silver button.
"Vesper Garden's, Roger. A nice little stroll through the Garden's should do wonders for the constitution I believe."
Roger's voice sounded in agreement. "Very good, Mister West."
Alexander settled back into the seat and put his arm around Amberelle.
"Now, where were we, cheri?"
((ooc - Alexander and Amberelle out - please lock thread))
Alexander smiled at Amberelle's mention of Las Vegas. He had made a lot of money each time he'd been to Vegas. Black Jack was his preferred game. The odds were better and even predictable if you were good with numbers. And Alexander was certainly that.
Roger's voice come through over the intercom. "Where to Mister West?"
Alexander thought about that for a moment. It was tempting to head straight back to the mansion and he sorely entertained all sorts of wild thoughts that seemed to end up with him and Amberelle in a spa pool or rolling around on her bed. Alexander coughed slightly and pressed a small silver button.
"Vesper Garden's, Roger. A nice little stroll through the Garden's should do wonders for the constitution I believe."
Roger's voice sounded in agreement. "Very good, Mister West."
Alexander settled back into the seat and put his arm around Amberelle.
"Now, where were we, cheri?"
((ooc - Alexander and Amberelle out - please lock thread))