Lord, Ye Gave Me A Rare Woman,

He Leaned Close, Rubbing His Bearded Cheek Against My Ear. 'and How About A Sweet Kiss, Now, For The Brave Lads Of The Clan Mackenzie? Tulach Ard!' Erin Go Bragh,' I Said Rudely, And Pushed With All My Strength.

The Overseer Wouldna Speak To Me Of Ian, But He Told Me Other Things That Would Curl Your Hair, If It Wasna Already Curled Up Like Sheep's Wool." He Glanced At Me, And A Half-smile Lit His Face, Inspite Of His Obvious Perturbation. "judging By The State Of Your Hair, Sassenach, I Should Say That It's Going To Rain Verra Soon Now.

Scots Have Long Memories, And They're Not The Most Forgiving Of People.

Hodie Mihi Cras Tibi, Said The Inscription. Sic Transit Gloria Mundi. My Turn Today, Yours Tomorrow. And Thus Passes Away The Glory Of The World.

I Always Thought It Would Be A Simple Matter To Lie Wi' A Woman, He Said Softly. And Yet... I Want To Fall On My Face At Your Feet And Worship You"-he Dropped The Towel And Reached Out, Taking Me By The Shoulders-"and Still I Want To Force Ye To Your Knees Before Me, And Hold Ye There Wi' Me Hands Tangled In Your Hair, And Your Mouth At My Service...and I Want Both Things At The Same Time, Sassenach.