How to Thank You

Commands were given in turn. Moreau was aware of the direction of the camera, so was obedient to Mrs. Smift's statement. She did hold her breath, and was even quite thrilled to be going through such an intimate position in front of several people. They might have faced something more than this, but never expected it to be here. So hollow was the rest of the sound around.

Moreau's feelings grew even more uncontrollable when... the faintest touch of a rough jaw touched the surface of her face. The thing that made her try so hard was still studying the smooth texture of Abihirt's dark hair, just like the first time she did that action that night. Almost incoherently. Hoping that it would be over soon.

"The jacket is finished, madam."

That was what Moreau knew; vaguely. On the other hand, however, she got the hint to drop a touch on her stepfather's shoulder line. The voice from the camera devic