For Anna.

THAT'S MY GIRL: Chapter 3

Was she pacing? Nervous? No, more likely she is as irritated by the interruption as he. After all, Clarice was in no danger. Was he? Who knows, she may be in on this. They may have planned it all along. His feelings for her were well known to Barney. He could have spoken to either Clarice or Crawford. Would he do that? If there was nothing in to gain it was doubtful, but no matter. If this had been planned all along the harpy would serve to get him out a window or door. Perhaps into a barrage of officers and agents, but if he surrendered on the spot escape from a Bahamian jail would be easier than in the states. Here, in this depressed economy, money talks and here in Bimini, he had plenty.

Pressing an ear to the door wasn't necessary, senses finely tuned, he could hear quite clearly.

"Starling? Why did you change hotel rooms?"

"I wasn't comfortable staying there, Mr. Crawford, and you knew it. You'd booked a suite for me. It wasn't necessary."

A suite? Bastard. He'd know the male agents would assume she'd slept her way into Behavioral Science. With an ill wife unable to lend much to his libido, no doubt Jack sought boosting his virility, either in his own eyes, or amongst the other agents.

"You're a bit of a celebrity Starling. Can't have you in a normal room, not on this trip, anyway."

From the placement of their voices in the room it was obvious Jack moved forward and she backed up. Opening the bathroom door seemed a very good idea.

"You don't think I believe that, do you? I'm not the white trash you take me for."

White trash? An apology is in order, it seems…

"It isn't that, Clarice…it isn't."

Her voice was moving. His seemed set.

Terrified of my young cub, Jackie-boy? Wait until her claws come in. And where are you headed, my little Starling?

"People talk, sir. I didn't want anyone getting the wrong idea."

Ah, my clever girl, circling toward the door to keep me at bay, not that it would stop me.

"I told you, Clarice, I didn't mean to give anyone that impression."

Come now, Jack…Of course you did. I know you imagine scenarios…exchanges, but I'll be the one who…No…I won't even say it. It would be disrespectful to think of her the way he does. It isn't fucking. Not between she and I.

"If you didn't mean to give that impression, why did no less than four agents ask me if they could share the suite…no, not just the suite, but my bed with me when you went back to Washington?"

"I…uh…I'm not sure…I…"

"They thought I was easy, Mr. Crawford. Like I'd go to the biggest dick or the highest seller and I didn't put that in their minds, you did. Christ, I didn't even accept dates from any of them while I was in training to avoid this kind of thing. Now, one mention from you and that's all gone. You made it seem as if I was not only an active participant in your little fuck-fest, but an eager one."

Fuck-fest? Oh my, Clarice…you do have a way with words…

"I didn't mean to…it…it got away from me…I didn't mean to offend you. Guys talk. We know it's all smoke and mirrors, Starling."

"Yeah. Guys talk. That's always the defense for smearing a girl's reputation, isn't it? But not all men are like that. Some have class and treat women with dignity and respect. There's nothing more offensive than a bunch of swinging dicks talking about their swinging dicks, sir. Sorry, I stormed out but I wasn't letting that go."

Oh, to have been a fly on the wall, Clarice. It must have been magnificent.

"You didn't have to change hotels. I could have handled it. I told you, I'd handle it."

"I still expect you to handle it, but I wasn't waiting around to watch it happen. I had to make it clear. I won't ride anyone's cock to get ahead. If I'm screwing someone, it's because I want to, not because it will better my career. Even a dog knows not to shit where it eats. You'd better fix this, or I will."

"Understood, Starling. I'll make it clear you had nothing to do with it when I get back. Can't blame a guy for trying though, can you, Clarice. Since Bella…"

"I didn't say I blamed you for trying, but I blame you for bragging about what you never got. What you will never get."

Magnificent, Clarice…

"Okay…okay…point taken. I'll handle it as soon as I get back. So…you're good here? You're safe? Comfortable?"

From the activity it was obvious Jack began moving around the room. The opening and closing of dresser drawers, desk drawers, even the closet, was disconcerting. Rude.

Clarice's voice, even through the door, was strong as she questioned, "Looking for something, sir?"

Jack, if you come across a condom or two, I'm certain I could make use of them…

"Not really. Just making sure nothing's out of the ordinary. I brought you down here. I feel responsible for you."

"I can handle myself…"

"I know. I'm just easing my mind."

Hannibal clutched his harpy. If he opened the door, there would be little choice. Jack would see him…or would he? It would put Clarice in a very difficult position. Think.

What would stop a man from looking around a woman's bedroom?

"I think I've got a handle on things. Thanks."

"I thought we might have dinner together, Clarice. I want to make sure you're okay."

How dare he cloak his curiosity in a blanket of faux-concern? As if a warrior such as Clarice needed this man's flaccid protection. Clutching his harpy, Hannibal edged toward the door. This had to be stopped.

The pregnant pause that followed must have been as awkward as it sounded. And Clarice? Crossing lines already, Jackie-boy…Tread carefully.

"I'm sorry, Mr. Crawford, I have dinner plans."

There was a distinct sound of fingers pinching and rubbing fabric between them. Had Crawford seen the unmade bed and reached for the top sheet?

"Looks like I interrupted something. This have anything to do with your dinner plans?"

"I was tired. I spent the day at the beach and wanted to rest before going out."

"There are two glasses on the nightstand, Clarice."

"Is there a law against having a drink with a guest in my own room, sir?"

The scent of envy reeked. Jealous bastard.

"Not much thread count. What's the matter? Your boyfriend couldn't spring for a better hotel, Starling?"

"Boyfriend? I never identified my guest either way, male or female."

"No, but the housekeeper said a man entered the room an hour or two ago. Guess you and he had a go after she made up the bed, huh? Took off pretty quick, didn't he? Not man enough to pay for dinner afterward, or are you meeting up with him after you've showered off your nap?"

Begging to die, aren't you? You will know I'm here very soon…

Hannibal could clearly hear Crawford lift the fabric and quickly snap the sheets. Pressing his nose to the slight opening along the doorjamb Hannibal breathed deeply. The action had released the scent of lovemaking in the air.

That is it! I shall allow no more of this discourtesy!

Enraged at the intrusion, Hannibal gripped the doorknob and rattled it.

Come, Jack. Join me now. Come and I shall be ready.

"What was that, Starling?"

"I really wish you hadn't done that, sir. I really, really wish you hadn't."

"What was it? That noise. A doorknob rattled. It came from the bathroom."

"Don't do this, Mr. Crawford. Don't. I'm entitled to my privacy. The Bureau isn't paying for this room, I am. You don't have the right."

Hannibal rattled the doorknob once more.

Come, Jack. Come see me…

"Someone is behind that door!"

Hannibal stepped back. Still naked, to protect the woman whose scent was upon him, quick thinking was needed. He removed his wallet with freshly pressed identification and passport from his trousers. New identity or not, it wouldn't do to leave anything with a photograph in plain view. He opened it the bi-folded leather and hung it over the pipe leading to the showerhead. Carefully placed above the water, covered with a dry washcloth it would remain safe.

Draping his clothing over the sink, he turned on the shower and stepped inside. Soaping his body, he quickly covered his hair with shampoo and began scrubbing vigorously.

The moment Jack opened the door Hannibal called out from behind the steam-covered glass enclosure. He could see Crawford staring at his silhouette, no doubt shocked to find a naked man in Clarice's bathroom.

How do I measure up to you, Jack? No need to answer…I'm certain your physical manhood is as lacking as your emotional manhood.

Using the rich Eastern European accent of his ancestors, he spoke, "Clarice, lover, could you hand me a towel. I've gotten shampoo in my eyes and can't quite see. Unless you'd care to join me…if so, I'm certain I can rise to the occasion at least once or twice more before dinner."

Clarice leaned past Jack and called into the bathroom, "Not that I don't want to, but someone is at the door."

Hannibal reached for the glass door of the shower and began to open it.

That should back this bastard off…

"Shall I handle it, dearest?"

"No…I've got it. I'll bring you a fresh towel in a minute."

Visibly shaken, Jack backed up quickly, leaving the bathroom door slightly ajar.

"Are you fucking crazy opening that door? What the hell are you thinking?"

"Christ, Clarice. Your lover is still here? Why didn't you tell me?"

Pulling the door closed, Clarice responded angrily, "Why would I have to tell you? My sex life doesn't involve you. Bad enough I didn't invite you to my bed, I didn't think it necessary to introduce you to the man I had. Why the hell did you open the door?"

"How the hell was I supposed to know you were hiding some Russian lover in the bathroom? I heard the noise…I thought…Hannibal Lecter... He got to Chilton. He could get to you."

"First of all, he isn't Russian. Secondly, Hannibal Lecter could get to anyone he wanted, so no sense worrying about it. Now, if you'll excuse me, my man needs a towel and I doubt you're the person he wants to see bringing it."

"Okay, Clarice, I'll…I'll leave you to it."

No, Jackie…you'll leave her to me…

The moment the door closed, Hannibal stepped out of the shower. Wrapping a towel around his waist, he reached for his wallet and scooped up his clothing. Opening the door he stepped out to find Clarice still standing in front of the door.

"Is he gone, Clarice, or do I have a rush of agents to look forward to?"

The look she gave him could have stopped a bullet.

"Did you seriously just ask me that? I almost had a heart attack when you called out. How could you be sure he wouldn't recognize your voice?"

"He wouldn't recognize the Lithuanian accent, Clarice, he was listening for the dungeon tones to which he'd become accustomed. No, I was certain the accent was enough, that, and the shock of finding a naked man in your hotel room. I'm sure that didn't help his decoding abilities. He was far too jealous at the thought you'd taken a lover. Envy greened his gills deeper than the fish in the ocean outside."

Scooping her up with one arm, he spun her across his body and onto his hip as he carried her to the bed.

"Hannibal Lecter, for that rude remark I should open the door and call him back in here. I'm not trying to catch you until they're paying me to do it. I'm not active yet. This trip was a courtesy."

"Well, if they're on their way, they'll be forced to tear me from you, Clarice. Unless Uncle Jack wishes to take notes, as inactive as I've been, I'm certain I can still provide him with a few…pointers."

Kissing her as he swung her body around his front, he set her on the ground.

"Pointers?" she asked, her hands wrapped around his neck,

Hannibal reached for her waist. Lowering his head slowly to hers, his face turned slightly, eyes falling closed as he captured her lips. The sensations flooded, sensory input overloading every aspect of his physicality. Her flesh…her scent. Christ it was heavenly.

"Pointers…yes. I'd tell him how important it is to appreciate the form of a lover. Yours for instant, not that he'll ever see it, is magnificent. Your mind is your true beauty, but your body, your countenance is a gift from God himself. And your flesh, so warm, so very soft, your heart so courageous…you have no idea how very special you are. To me, especially."

His nose traced her cheek, the tip dragging toward her ear, breath warming her skin as he pushed an errant hair to the side. Breathing deeply, her scent, the scent of their passion, and the salty aromas of her day at the beach flooded his nostrils. No mold. No dank, damp, dungeon. Now, there was only the scent of his lover to memorize. Tucking the experience in his memory palace, this moment would be called to mind often.

"I'm not so special, H…I'm not…"

Hannibal's lips searched her throat. Speaking against her flesh, he whispered, "There is no one on this earth more special than you, Clarice. Perhaps there never was."

Running her fingers through his hair, possessively, she gripped his head, keeping him close.

"As long as you think so, H, that's all that matters now."

His mouth tasted her throat. Salty. Her pulse throbbed beneath his tongue, the flat of it dragging along her flesh to savor every flavor of their lust. Bending her to the bed, he took his place by her side.

"I don't think so, Clarice. I know so." Teasing her bottom lip forward with his teeth, he released it with a pop and smiled. He looked down at the towel and winked, teasing, "I've a gift for you."

Gripping the rolled edge of the towel, giggling, Clarice tugged slightly.

"Been a while since anyone gave me a gift and nothing as special as this. Can I unwrap it now?"

"Knowing your birthday and Christmas are mere days apart and we are no where near the season, starved as I am, I can't keep this up forever so, yes. I think that would probably be best."

She smiled as she opened the towel wrapped around his waist releasing his arousal.

"I guess not all good things come in small packages, huh, H?"

"I know I enjoyed your attentions earlier, but perhaps this example of re-gifting is to your liking?"

She stroked her fingers up and down his length.

"Wrapped or not, you could give yourself to me every day and I'd never tire of you, H."

"I feel the same, Clarice. Do you see how my body reaches out to you? Not solely out of lust, though I'll not deny its presence, but in the desire to join both body and soul. Are you willing to accept me, Clarice? All of me?"

"Yes…all of you."

Her eyes lowered, but realizing he noticed her attention, shifted her eyes.

"Don't avert your eyes. Your curiosity, as does your unconditional acceptance, pleases me, Clarice."

"Sorry if I'm staring, it's not like I didn't see it up close and personal, H…it's just…it's gorgeous."

"No, it is you who is gorgeous. My body is merely a tool, your tool. Allow me to please you, yes?"

"Yes."

The tactile pleasure of passing his hands over her body, the feel of every rounded feminine curve, every slope of muscle, engaged all his senses. With Clarice on her back, the cotton dress pushed up over her hips to bundle at her waist, Hannibal rested on his left side. Pulling her to face him, all of his attention, every cell of his being, every taste, sight and scent, led to the joining between her legs. Reaching down, he teased the soft curls, turning his index finger within them.

"You are a treasure…unforgettable…unbelievable. Forgive my awe, Clarice. When I arrived today, I didn't expect to be with you."

Her body curled against his revealing uncanny trust. The way she moved close, molding the curves of her frame to his body, could she feel the pounding of his heart? The tingling up is spine that ran down his arms to the very tips of his fingers as he touched her. Perhaps even the way his stomach jumped to her touch? Slow down…focus. Breathe…

"Maybe I hoped for it, but I didn't expect this either, H, although I like surprises. You?"

"Surprises? Not normally. The last time I was surprised, a bundle of arrows was thrust into my side, but this is the kind to which I could find myself becoming quickly accustomed."

Reaching around his neck, she pulled herself close. Her lips brushed his left earlobe, as she whispered, "You're a charming bastard, you know that?"

Hmmm…her breath, like honeysuckle, her scent, sublime.

"So I've been told."

She pulled back slightly and he couldn't help but wink. The way she smiled, as if they shared the same thought, disarmed.

Pushing down on his shoulders she reached upward and kissed just the very tip of his nose.

"What are you thinking, H? Tell me…"

"I'm thinking of many things, Clarice. Most of all, rather than think, I'm attempting to feel."

Head bowing, she began to kiss his chest. The hairs rustled as her mouth moved the breadth of his body.

More…more…

Who knew a racing heart could bring joy, rather than adrenalin alone?

Undertaking his own personal treasure hunt, Hannibal buried his head beneath the fabric of the dress. Stretching to reach, his lips searched for the mound of her breast.

Giggling as he nuzzled, Clarice asked, "Okay, H, what are you feeling?"

Voice muffled, he laughed. Peeking out from beneath the dress, his lips continued to search her breasts, as he spoke, "I would think that was obvious. Your flesh against mine…it causes a tingling I've never felt before. In fact, in your arms, I feel many things I've never felt."

"Me too, H…me too…"

"Forgive the crass nature of the question, but are you on any manner of birth control?"

She laughed. That she wasn't offended was a relief.

"Worried about disease or ending up with baby-mama drama, H?"

"Neither for my part, but for you, I'd assume pregnancy would be a concern."

"Don't worry, I know my cycle. I'm pretty sure no matter how fast your little swimmers are I'll be fine. Like I said before…our first time, I don't want you to feel any boundaries between us."

"No boundaries, Clarice? Nothing between us?"

"No, H. Not here. Not now."

He reached behind him. His harpy had been clipped to the inside of the towel she'd just opened.

"I'm heartened to hear that, Clarice. No boundaries. None."

Hooking the point of the harpy along the neckline of the dress, Hannibal slowly dragged the blade downward. Watching her chest rising and falling as he continued to tear through the fabric was erotic in the extreme. Adrenalin and pheromones flooded his nostrils, dizzying him slightly.

"Aroused?"

"Christ, yes…yes, H…"

The tear was at her waist now, her lower body next to be exposed.

"Feeling vulnerable, Clarice?"

"Yes, but in the best way…the best way, H."

Tugging further, the opening was at her bodice, not more than inches from her throat.

His voice lush, tenor rich with desire, Hannibal probed, "Not much more to go and you'll be nude, the fabric the only protection you have from the point of my blade. Does that frighten you?"

Her eyes were clear. He knew the answer.

"No. I'm not afraid…not of you…"

"Good…good…"

With a final tug, Hannibal tore through the last bit of fabric. Opening the shredded garment, he dragged his fingertips across her body just beneath her collarbone. Her breast exposed, he breathed deeply.

Mouth following the point of the blade, he dragged it lightly across her right breast. A thin line appeared, not a cut, but a light imprint from the pressure. Alabaster skin, it was delicious, how easily she could be marked. A gentle stroke from the flat of his tongue smoothed the impression away.

"Your flesh calls to me, Clarice."

"Answer it, H…"

Stroking his fingers over her shoulders, his hands moved up and down the length of her arms.

Touching, tasting, hearing, it was all he could think of, now. Having been so long without, it wasn't his orgasm he sought, it was hers. Dropping the harpy on the floor, he leaned close, whispering, "Kiss me, Clarice…kiss me…"

She stretched toward him, lips slightly pursed. As her eyes fluttered closed, his did, as well. Mouths touched tentatively, at first, lips searching, their tongues lightly dancing together, swirling gently light leaves on a breeze. He teased her bottom lip into his mouth and tugged backward, lips grasping after her lip as it slipped from his hold.

"What arouses you, Clarice…tell me how to please you…"

"Your voice…I love your voice. Talk to me, H, through it all. Talk to me and tell me what you want."

"Open your legs."

Her eyes closed as her thighs fell open.

"Stunning, to such beauty so innocently revealed. Your trust overwhelms me, Clarice."

"What next?"

"Our guest ruined the moment, yes? Will you warm to me if I taste you once more?"

She nodded, "Um-hum…yes…yes…"

Hannibal rested his head on her stomach.

"Can you feel my breath, Clarice, moving over your flesh?"

"Yes."

"What shall I do? Tell me."

"Closer…closer, H…"

He lowered his head further, his cheek resting on the hollow of her left hip he stroked his nose within the soft curls. Breathing deeply several times, he enjoyed the process of memorizing her scent.

"You still have the slightest scent of my body on yours, Clarice. The perfume it creates hypnotizes me. Shall I taste you? Will that open your body to me?"

"Yes…please, H…yes…"

Slipping his hands beneath her bottom he lifted and tilted her hips slightly. Covering her with his mouth, his tongue lapped with long, flattened strokes.

She sighed so softly it stirred him. Using his hands beneath her, he guided her hips, rocking her slowly against his face. Listening to the patterns of her breathing, he attended to her pleasure. If a certain stroke elicited a reaction, he remembered and repeated it. Soon, her breath shortened.

"Almost there, Clarice?"

"Yes, Christ…yes…almost…almost…"

Hannibal clamored atop his lover and centered himself. She gasped as, with one slow, smooth stroke, he entered her.

Gripping his shoulders, she gasped, "Wait, H…wait…"

Having filled her, he held her tightly.

"A moment to breathe, yes? To adjust to me?"

"Yes…God…wait…I need a minute…wait…"

Holding her tenderly he rested between her legs careful to keep his weight on his forearms and not on her petite frame. Instead of forcing her to move faster than she was capable, Hannibal began to attend to the soft flesh below her left ear. No need to rush. No. He wanted this to last as well.

"Tell me when you're ready, Clarice."

She wrapped her arms around him, fingers digging deeply into the muscles of his shoulders and back.

"Now, H…now."

Now. The moment she said it his heart skipped a beat. One word and it was as if a grave had been opened and she'd commanded him to rise from the dead.

Moving slowing within his lover, he whispered, "I feel your body opening, Clarice…your muscles stretching around me…accepting me…"

"Yes…I feel it…I do…"

"And how do I make you feel?"

"I'm dizzy…I'm dizzy, H…like I'm floating…what's happening?"

"I'm dizzy too…you're so warm…so warm and so wet…arousal on a level you've never felt…I feel it, too, Clarice."

Her lips at his ear made his stomach quiver as she whispered, "You do?"

Heaven…you're heaven…the way you loosen and tighten around me…grasping me…I've been stimulated by many women, but I've never used the word excited. You not only excite me, Clarice. You enthrall me."

She moaned as his thrusts became more forceful, the sounds sending shivers down his spine. His mind numbed, causing fogginess in some ways, and in others, he felt so much more alive. Attuned to her every movement, every sensation burned itself into his memory. Her heart pounded against his, the pulse of the organ magnified as he captured her breast with his mouth. Their breath huffing together, they chased their rapture as if running side by side.

Her breathing was quickening once more…his as well. Each plunge, each withdrawal causing a race within his body he stayed.

Her first. Let her finish first.

Passions enflamed, her fingers dug into his back, nails dragging as she pulled his close, urging, "Deeper…harder…I want all of you, H…all…"

Hips hammering down, she met each thrust. His body tightened, every stroke screamed his need for release, but he would not yield to it. Instead, he drove downward as he lifted her left leg, allowing it to fold over the bend of his right arm.

Lifting her hip he angled his, the penetration now deeper and the contact to her sensitive flesh more direct.

"Better?"

"Oh, God…yes…H…so close…so close…"

"Call to me, Clarice…let me hear your pleasure…call to me…"

Her body clenching, muscles gripping him, releasing her tension as if a band had snapped and recoiled, she moaned out his name.

"Hannibal…oh…God…Hannibal…"

It had been many years since his name had been called in the throes of passion and never before had it moved him so. Her body undulated beneath him, soft moans and gasping breaths as she flexed and swayed around him. He held on to allow the waning of her rapture.

As she calmed, her body melting against his, he asked softly, "Clarice…Clarice…now?"

"Yes…yes, H…sorry…yes, now."

Body lowering to hers, his back flexed. Muscles driving him deep, he stayed. Pulling her tightly to him, he mouthed her breast, tongue flicking across the peak he inhaled, drawing the tightened bud of flesh into his mouth. Sucking gently, he listened. Soft moans guided him to his pleasure, his body surrendering to a surge of passion never felt before. As he filled her he could feel her body twitching with the aftershocks of her passion. He could hear her…taste her.

"H…it's okay…relax…I'm here…I'm here…"

He trembled with each shudder of his release.

"Clarice…you're…so…beautiful…"

Smoothing her hands over his back she shushed in his ear, "Shhh, So are you, H…So are you…thank you…thank you…"

Wrapping his arms around her, rolling her with him to remain inside her body, he turned onto his back, and kissed the top of her head.

"Dearest Clarice…thank me for what?"

Kissing his chin, biting it, she answered, "For choosing me…I'm honored."

His voice a lush purr, he responded quietly, "It is you who honors me, Clarice."

They held one another for several minutes, holding one another and kissing until gravity freed him from her body. The moment they were internally parted, they sighed, laughing at the synchronistic response.

"That was indescribable, Clarice…transcendent."

"It was pretty great."

Pulling her tightly to him, they were both aware there were words as of yet unspoken. Words neither of them wanted to say or to hear. After and hour of holding and touching, she spoke first.

"What's this all mean, H? Where do we go from here? Where do you go from here?"

"I cannot say, Clarice. But you know that."

She clutched his chest.

"Yes…I know. You'll leave soon, won't you…it isn't safe."

"No, it isn't safe. Not for me."

"When you leave me…will I ever see you again?"

"Yes, though I cannot say when."

"How will I know? How long should I wait?"

Hannibal scooped her hand in his, lifted it to her mouth and began kissing each of her fingers.

"Either I am the one, or I am not. If you need me to answer that question, Clarice, there is no sense in waiting at all, is there?"

"No. You're the one, H. You're the one. I'll wait. As long as it takes, no matter how long it takes, you're the one."

He placed her hand over his heart and held it there.

"As you are for me, Clarice. Can I say something, Clarice? About Jack and your career, such as it is?"

"Yes."

"I'm proud of the way you handled yourself. You are a woman of tremendous strength and character. I take back what I said about your family. You are an exceptionally well-bred woman."

She laughed, "What, the tornado-bait white trash, comment?"

"Yes. Do you accept my apologies?"

"Yes, of course I do, H. Hey…what if I don't want to work in the FBI anymore? What if all I want in this world is here, now?"

"If being with me is all you will ever want, you'll feel that way several years from now, as well."

"Several years…H…I don't want to wait that long."

He squeezed her tightly. He didn't want to wait either. Not one minute, but to keep her safe, he would.

"You'll have to wait that long if you truly want to be with me. Begin your life, Clarice, and allow me the time to build one as well. Let me set down roots somewhere, a series of homes and identities to see if I can safely bring you to me. Will you wait for me, Clarice?"

"Yes."

"I promise to remain true to you, Clarice. Will you accept someone else in the meantime?"

"No, H…Not in a thousand years…"

"That's my girl."

Until the next chapter (of NMSL anyway), my friends!

LH