With a final glance, apparently trying to determine whether Sunny was going to go to pieces right there and now, the girl hiked her knapsack up on one shoulder.<br/><br/>"Don't go anywhere.  And remember, you owe me, Ms. Twentysomething."  She wandered away, shaking her head.<br/><br/>Sunny was not alone for long.<br/><br/>Nice place kind of cozy a bit old world fourteenth century for my tastes wonder what the noblefolk do for fun besides the sheep?<br/><br/>A young woman, maybe about her age, clad in a stripper's version of a schoolgirl uniform, with a shaggy mane of white-blonde hair, slunk in through a side door, yawning and stretching, her bosom moving in an eye catching way.  She padded barefoot across the flagstones, not glancing in Sunny's direction at all until she reached the long, low couch in front of the fire.<br/><br/>"Mmmm.  And what are<em>you</em>?  Baby sis brought another mousie home to play with?"