"Not in the least," she replied, "I don't think I could have picked a better person to do this with, I love you."

"Then I am glad," said Randy. He gave her a kiss. "I love you, also."

"D...do you think we can still do this after I marry Winston? I know it's...I know it's wrong but, if you aren't opposed then I'm not either," said Alissa.

Randy smiled. "I wouldn't be opposed." Perhaps it was improper by the standards of human society, but all that seemed wrong to him was that she'd have to be married to a Winston at all. "Someone's got to take care of you, and Winston surely wouldn't be the one for it."

"No... Ellen told me he's no bigger than a garden slug, I doubt I'll even notice if he does do anything," said Alissa with a grimace.

"If he weren't such an awful little man, I might laugh every time I saw him," said Randy.

Alissa cuddled into him sleepily, "If only he weren't so awful..." she closed her eyes.

Randy kissed her head softly and stroked her hair. She couldn't be found in his bed, but it wouldn't hurt to let her rest there with him for a while.

Alissa returned to her room before she was caught and the very next day brought a Winston to the manor....

Randy suppressed a groan at the sight of him and went to greet him as usual.

Winson flopped his glove at Randy, "Is Alissa home yet?" he drawled.

"She is," Randy answered stiffly. "Shall I go and fetch her?"

"Yes, go and fetch her, I want to see her!" said Winston with another flop of his glove in Randy's face.

Randy shot him a look of annoyance very briefly before going off to find Alissa.

Alissa greeted him with a kiss, "Good morning," she said with a smile.

He returned her kiss. "It would be a better morning if Winston hadn't arrived," he sighed.