while she was getting the drinks, I managed to get a fire going in her fireplace. I couldn't remember the last time I had used fireplace that didn't just run on gas. When she came back into the room with the cider, I nearly dropped my jaw. She was even more beautiful than I had pictured her under her hood. Then she started looking me up and down, like i were a piece of meat she was inspeciting. I blushed under her gaze, and sipped the hot cider, avoiding making eye contact with her.