Nicci smiled as Marcus confessed his love of doughnuts, she may not be able to make them like that but she had a great recipe she'd done with the kids at the center, deep frying battered slices of bread, squashed together with jam or chocolate that were sinfully delicious.<br/><br/>She thought too that he was right bout Mila, she was going to be wanted by all the Men for her gentle beauty and the erotic promise of her sexuality. She didn't want to feel the sad longing of that part of her that wanted so much to be cherished and thought of in that way as her, so she determinedly squashed the little wave of sadness that broke at her feet, she may not be that to them, but she'd find her place.......<br/><br/>Drawn again to David's deep mellow voice she looked down the table at him as he answered her question, making sure she remembered every word.  She grinned at his double entendre, loving that there was a playful side to him and that he was confident enough already to show it.<br/><br/>"And some are good enough to repeat, again and again," she teased, her eyes alight with mischief, "Don't you think...? Like Marcus's doughnuts, she said smiling at him, I'm sure they are sinfully delicious, we'll have to order them one day for a treat, and just<em>one </em>may just not be enough........"