Lady Harmsworth laid waiting in her chamber, dreaming of Kristóf and his next visit. She thought of his fingers running up and down her neck, of the way he could make her sing with the most delicate touch; of the way he lovingly played her like there existed no other.
Do violin’s dream? They certainly sing (http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Ru-Pj1nRfXU)
I’ve fallen behind again! Another mini-saga coming up later! Pip Pip