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Toole shrugged; "If she did, i wasn't paying attention, but what's wrong with her that has you running all over my house looking for her?" Toole opened the door to invite her in, and he retook his spot on the bed by Ailes.

Jezabelle came back with her items and kneeled down holding out her pad for the two ladies to read before she began to clean them up.

"Well i'm sure Akuma has her reasons for ditching everyone, but since your here can you give me a bit of advice?" Toole indicated the chair beside the bed.

"Ailes stated that i find it hard to emotionally connect, but when i met her i was coming to terms with a condition that was going to kill me. So at first I kept my distance because I didn't want to hurt her with my impending death." Toole sighed looking down t his lap, before looking up again. "Ailes and Akuma convinced me to live, and here i am as proof yet i still find myself worrying that the agressive nature of my being will still hurt her at some point." Toole rubbed his hand through her hair; "Ive, your daughter is very beautiful, and has wonderful personality. I'm worried that i will mess things up by being who I was for the longest time. i don't want to be controlling of her, but I lost someone who really meant allot to me. If I lost Ailes it would feel the same if not worst, but..."

Toole took another deep breath; "I'm sorry this is coming out all mixed up, and the point is i just have a hard time communicating my feelings to her. I just don't want to overwhelm her with my problems when she has he own to deal with."

Tolly knocked on the door, he was dusty from moving rubble, and Isabella moved past him to collaspe in a chair. Her small body wore out quickly from moving rubble. Tolly looked at Ive; "Ive I hate to ask, but were running short of people with knowledge in healing arts. Can you help me out in treating people?"

Toole took Ive's hand to distract her from Tolly for just a moment. "Thank you for your advice, and don't worry about a place for the night i have plenty of guest rooms."

Toole nodded, and walked them out before returning to his room and closing the doors. He returned to the bed, and reached down and pulled Ailes up into a hug.

Isabella noticed the two mistresses and came over to kneel beside Jezabelle. "What can I do to prevent this kind of attack again?"

They looked at each other; "Turn us loose and we'll give you our word never to return again, or send any of our villagers to the city to participate in further attacks." Isabella shook her head standing back up; "Not to sound distrustful, but your track record is not the best in keeping your word. If you can think of something else more convincing i'll consider it."

"I'm so sorry for being so closed, and not loving you as I should." Toolemoved her back his arms coming up to frame her head. He leans forward and kisses her softly at first and parting his lips from hers briefly before kissing her again for a bit longer time, his arms sliding down her shoulders and sliding around her back.

Toole lowered himself down onto the bed and brought his legs over the side. He made sure his body weight was well distributed so as not to hurt Ailes in the movement of his legs.

Now on the bed Toole moves his hand up to brush her hair aside and he began to kiss down her neck as the same hand wandered down her side and slid over her butt to hook her tigh and pull her lower body as close as their upper body was to each other.

Isabella, and the two mistresses were transfixed on the sight for the longest moment, and when Jezabelle looked up to clean another wound she followed their gaze. She about had kittens dropping the cloth and standing up to pull Isabella to her feet, and half drag her to the door where she shooed her into the hall. She crossed back and wrote furiously for a moment and holding it for the two women to read they stood back up and followed her out.

Lisa was laughing at the story just told as she worked on dinner. Jezabelle didn't find it all that humerous, but finished up her work on the two laides and began to clean the mess made in the dinning room.

Toole was more then happy to oblige, and return her need bringing a hand up into her hair. He was trying to curb his lust so as to not take it beyond this pleasurabe experience, but his body was making all the right moves to take the next step.