“The book – ” Cinderella started. “Is waiting for you on my desk. I’ll be along in a minute, although I shall miss you every second we are apart,” he said, clasping her hands. “I would have thought you wouldn’t act so silly in front of your men.” Cinderella plucked her hands from his grasp. “Where would be the fun in that, Pet?” She waggled her hand at him. “Be gone. I want my book.” “As you wish, Dearest,” he said before he headed up the hallway. Ensign.”
