When he cuddled next to her, it was like the icing on the cake, the coup de grace, if you would. It was almost like he was locking in his affection for her. She felt safe, loved, and very warm in his arms. And when he rubbed her legs... it was like having sex with him all over again.<br/><br/>"Really? You mean it...?" She blushed fiercely, smiling a little. "I'd like that... yea." With a little hint of embarrassment, she added: "And maybe one of those pretty, short skirts?" She seemed to brighten up at the thought. "Oh, those are so pretty..." She settled into his arms and smiled happily. It was the first time she'd felt like a valued member of<em>anything</em>, and not just a sex doll. Even the flimsy shirt and skirt she wore now looked like they were bought at a Green Light Special at Poke-Wal-Mart, covered in dirt and grime even before landing on the island. If she wasn't deathly afraid of walking around all day naked, she probably wouldn't even wear them.<br/><br/>"Yea... I'd like that..." She closed her eyes and dozed off some.