Niles Takes a Trip .... and Then a Tumble
Part 5 : Niles Gets an Answer
Grace slipped the key into the lock and silently opened the door. With the
drapes drawn tight, the darkness obscured most things in the room. She listened carefully in the doorway, until she could hear the reassuring, gentle "wheeze" of Niles' breath as he slept.
She crept in cautiously, turned the table lamp on low and plopped down lightly in the chair opposite the couch.
She had purposely not returned to the hotel room after the matinee performance, opting instead to go for a walk, so not to disturb his quietude. The pills she had given him would last about eight hours approximately. Since it was coming up to 8:00 p.m. now, he should be good for at least another two hours.
Grace also needed that time to think about her emotions about Niles. There was something about him that drew her to him. Was it his awkward boyish charm, or the feeling that a passionate man was lurking underneath?
"Get a grip on yourself, girl!" Grace lectured herself. "This guy has just been through a very traumatic experience. He got beaten within an inch of his life and you are fantasizing about him! He has to be in an extremely vulnerable state of mind. Don't put any extra pressure on him! Where is your sense of common decency!"
She shook her head and gazed at his slender frame as it rose and fell with the rhythmic regularity of someone in a deep slumber.
"I'm glad he is still snoozing. He needs to rest," she thought. "My God, he
looks so peaceful, lying there scrunched up on that cramped sofa."
Bathed in the golden glow of the dim lamplight, the scene before her took on the appearance of a Flemish masterpiece that Rembrandt himself would have been proud to capture. The faded blue blanket lay in folds around Niles' angular jaw. He was curled up in the "fetal position", but even still his toes protruded from the far edge of the cover. Off to his side, on the end table, lay the teacup and the bag of ice, which was now just a puddle of water wrapped in a familiar rough white towel with "Desert Inn" emblazoned
on it.
Despite the injuries to his face, he looked handsome in an unconventional sort of way. His delicate features were only slightly marred by the punishment that had been metered out to them the night before. Grace happily noted that the swelling had indeed started to retreat, just as she had suspected. His blond hair was matted a bit and definitely in need of a comb, but this only added to his rumpled, mussed up attractiveness.
"Attractive... " Grace whispered to herself. "He certainly *is* attractive. He seems so naive and innocent, and yet he does exude a definite sexual appeal."
Niles shifted slightly and groaned involuntarily as he moved.
"He still must be in some pain," she contemplated. "I should really wake him up and get some aspirin into him. That would also help reduce the stiffness in his joints. Poor Niles!"
She walked over to him and knelt beside the couch. Reaching out,
she gently shook him on the shoulder.
"Niles... Niles, wake up," she prodded. "You should get up for a spell."
Niles groggily swatted away her hand, like a petulant child batting away
a bothersome fly.
"Nooo..." he muttered under his breath. "Go... away. Leave... leave
me alone."
Grace laughed at his antics.
"All right. You sleep. I'll be back about 11:30 with something for you to eat. You should be famished by then."
Then she bent low, and on pure impulse, kissed his cheek. Grace inhaled deeply as she brushed her lips against his cheek.
"N... i... c... e," he said with subdued emotion. His eyes were still closed tight. A small smile brightened his features. "N... i... c... e... " he drifted off.
She could smell the sweet, salty odour of his body. His face was damp with traces of perspiration and slightly rough from not being shaved. She outlined his swollen lip with her finger with deliberate tenderness.
The overwhelming temptation was too much for Grace to resist. She tilted her head down slightly and pressed her lips to his.
Niles stirred without waking and responded in kind, without a word. The
moment seemed to last forever. His lips were moist and warm. When she broke from the kiss, she felt totally intoxicated by his very presence. Her mouth was burning and her heart was racing.
"N... i... c... e... " Niles repeated sleepily and turned his head into the
pillow.
"I... I... have to go," she stammered. "I'll be back soon after the show."
She knew he couldn't comprehend at the moment what she was saying, but she felt it was important that she still tell him.
"Maybe he will have some conscious memory of what has happened," she
reasoned. In the back of her mind she wanted him to remember it all.
She slipped out of the room as quietly as she had come, and headed off to
the last showing of Brisbane's animal act for the night.
"My God!" she thought as she headed to work. "What was that all about? He's the one who was beaten up - why do I feel so fragile all of a sudden? Could it be those intense blue eyes of his... ?"
"Niles, are you awake?" Grace called, as she unlatched the door and walked into her hotel room. She glanced at the empty couch. The blanket was folded neatly at one end of it. She slipped out of her trench coat and tossed it carelessly over the back of a chair.
"I brought food... real food!" she proclaimed with a hint of enticement in
her voice.
The bathroom light was on and the door was open. Grace cautiously walked up to the doorway.
"Niles? Is everything all right?" She peeked around the corner.
He was standing in his wrinkled clothes, looking in the bathroom mirror.
His hair was still messy and he looked slightly disoriented. His left hand steadied his body against the sink, while his right mapped the outlines of his damaged features. He seemed almost lost in a world of his own misery.
"Niles, I brought some food," Grace tried to sound breezy, but her
concern for him seeped through. "I've got to change out of this circus
get up and you really should eat something... Niles?"
He continued to stare at his pallid reflection without responding.
Finally he turned his head towards her voice and said mournfully, "Well, it does look a bit better... doesn't it?"
"Oh, Niles," said Grace. She dropped the takeout food to her side and
entered the bathroom. "Of course it does." And with those words she
circled her arms softly around him and started to cry.
"You're lying aren't you?" Niles asked in a tremulous voice.
"No." Grace said succinctly.
He persisted. "Then why are you crying?".
"I'm crying, silly," she said with fond exasperation. "I'm crying because I am so happy to see you up on your feet!!"
She hugged him a bit closer, but not too tightly. She still wasn't too sure
how tender his ribs were yet. The warmth of her embrace seemed to
rejuvenate him. The prickly sequins on the arms of her costume dug into the back of his neck, as she tightened her grip to assure him of her sincerity. His cheek was in close contact with her own and she could feel the rise and fall of her breasts against his chest. She noticed that his eyes
drifted downward towards her rounded cleavage that was partially
exposed by the neckline of her stage clothes. Niles clung to her for a
moment longer, like a man begging to be saved from drowning. She was suddenly aware of the evidence of his intense arousal by the stiffening in his loins, as his body pressed up against hers. Grace gasped in anticipation of their growing desire.
With a spasmodic jump he backed up and looked at her with a hint of embarrassment.
"Per... haps I should wash up before I eat?" he said sheepishly. "It... it
has been a while since I had a b... b... ath."
Grace swallowed hard to regain her composure.
"That's a great idea," agreed Grace brightly trying to lessen his uneasiness. "I think it would refresh you and make you feel much better. I could press your clothes with my travel iron, if you like?"
"I'll... I'll just g... get undressed and give you my clothes, then," he said with a catch in his throat, as he turned away from her to conceal his libidinous discomfort. He actually looked like he was about to faint for a brief moment.
"Niles, you do feel up to doing this on your own, don't you? I could
always assist you with a "sit up" bath. Remember I was trained in
nursing," she contended. " I would be quite willing... "
"NO!" he yelped, cutting her short, "No, no, that won't be
necessary, thank you... thank you!"
He seemed suddenly very sensitive about whole situation, so
Grace just hastily retreated from the bathroom, saying
that she would go warm up the iron, as she closed the
door behind her.
Niles gulped a mouthful of air and leaned against the tiled wall.
He pressed the palms of his hands against his temples.
"I can't go on like this!" he vexed, "Is this what love is like?
I think I am going out of my mind!"
His hands shook as he stripped quickly out of his clothes,
wrapped a towel around himself and set his garments in a
tidy pile outside the bathroom door. He could hear Grace
humming in the bedroom.
He climbed into the tub, pulled the meager curtain across and
let the tepid water wash over his weary frame. The terrible
beating he had endured, the appalling injuries that he had
suffered, the lack of sustenance, the implacable urges he felt
for Grace, all started to rattle around in his mind like a dizzy,
out-of-control carousel. Niles stuck his arms out to steady
himself against the drenched walls. A stifled cry escaped
from his mouth.
Grace knocked lightly on the bathroom door.
"Niles, I brought you some shampoo."
The sound of the shower obscured her voice.
The door swung open. She could see his naked outline
through the opaque shower curtain. She caught a glimpse
of his visage, partially concealed by the slick plastic.
His eyes were shut tight as if he were in pain. His head hung down slightly, as if burdened by some unseen weight.
Grace wanted to go to him, right then and there, gather him in her arms and tenderly kiss away his demons. As she took a couple of steps forward, she could hear the low guttural sounds of sobbing. Feeling like an intruder, she quietly left the bottle on the counter near the edge of the tub and tiptoed out.
"I'm ready," he called out from the bathroom doorway. "Grace?
Grace, do you have my clothes?"
"They're on the chair in the living room." she shouted from the kitchenette.
Niles tucked a towel around his body and wandered into the other room.
He pulled on his trousers and was fastening them as Grace rounded the
corner with a platter of food.
"Feeling better?" she questioned discreetly.
"Yes, thanks." he replied self-consciously. His suspenders hung limply down on either side of his pants and his slim, but bruised torso revealed a fine mat of sandy chest hair as he turned to face her. His hair was still damp, the blond tendrils clinging to the skin on his neck and forehead. He reached for his shirt. Grace followed his movements with her eyes.
"Let's eat at the table." she suggested.
"All right," he responded with an eagerness that betrayed his hunger. "What do we have here?"
"Well, I have some sandwiches, turkey and ham, and I have potato salad
and some yogurt. Is strawberry all right?" she asked.
Niles nodded yes. He was such a fussy eater normally, but these were
extremely unusual circumstances. "Right now I would eat almost anything, but you did a fine job in selecting the food. Which sandwich do you want?"
"I have already eaten," Grace explained. "You help yourself to it all."
"I can't eat in front of someone with no food!" Niles exclaimed, "That
wouldn't be polite!"
"Niles, under the circumstances, I think you can be forgiven," she lectured.
"You have had one small cup of soup in about twenty-four hours. I ate after
the 6:00 p.m. show ended. You need all of this food and probably more."
"No," he insisted. "I just wouldn't feel comfortable! At least nibble on
half of this sandwich."
He broke the ham sandwich in two and offered her a portion.
"You are awful persistent and stubborn for an invalid," Grace laughed.
"All right, you win, I'll take the sandwich, but you have to eat *all*
the rest!! No excuses!!"
Niles smiled triumphantly at his moral victory and took a bite of the
turkey sandwich.
During the meal they chatted about their ambitions and hopes. Niles told Grace about his plans for Yale and his desire to follow in his mother's footsteps and become a psychiatrist. He talked about how he was proud of both his parents. How they had supported him throughout his life, even when they couldn't always understand him.
Grace told him about her mother and how hard it was on both of them after her father died of cancer when she was seven. Her mother had to take on two jobs just to make ends meet. Grace had learned to pitch in with part-time jobs to add to the family coffers. But she always felt blessed by a loving parent, who allowed her the freedom to be independent. She went on to regal him with stories of her different adventures with the Brisbane Show. His spirits seemed to brighten. In a while the food was completely gone. He wiped his sore lip cautiously with the paper napkin.
"There, are you happy now?" he teased.
"Yes, I am," Grace replied and then added, "It's good to see some life in
your face."
With the mention of the word "face" Niles looked crestfallen.
Grace reached out and grasped his hand from across the table.
"Niles, believe me when I say that I *can* see a big improvement and
remember, I told you it will be even better by tomorrow!" she encouraged.
"Yes, I'll be a regular "Prince Charming" in no time."
The words tumbled out of him with a sarcastic tone. "The girls will be lining up for a date with me! It's the answer to all my dreams."
"I would do it," Grace said shyly.
"What .... did .... you say?" he haltingly ventured.
"I said, I would go out with you," she added emphatically. "I think you are
very handsome and a wonderful person."
"You mean that?" he asked incredulously. "You aren't just saying that to
make me feel better?"
Grace answered his question by leaning forward and kissing him full on the
lips.
At first Niles was completely taken by surprise, but he didn't pull back.
He leaned into the kiss willingly and drank in the pleasure of Grace's
passion.
When they broke apart to catch their breath, Niles finally opened his eyes
and smiled. Grace cooed softly "Was that a definite enough answer for you?"
"Yes," he said nervously. "Though I'd like to repeat the question, just to
hear your answer again."
"Gladly," she said with a smile growing across her face. "I've got a few
in-depth questions that I'd like you to answer too."
Niles straightened up and got a quizzical look on his face.
"Oh," he paused. "What would you like to know?"
Grace laughed and took his hand as she led him to the bedroom.
"Well for one thing, why are you so irresistibly adorable?"
And with that Niles realized that all his Vegas dreams were about to come
true....
End of Part 5.
To be continued...
Part 5 : Niles Gets an Answer
Grace slipped the key into the lock and silently opened the door. With the
drapes drawn tight, the darkness obscured most things in the room. She listened carefully in the doorway, until she could hear the reassuring, gentle "wheeze" of Niles' breath as he slept.
She crept in cautiously, turned the table lamp on low and plopped down lightly in the chair opposite the couch.
She had purposely not returned to the hotel room after the matinee performance, opting instead to go for a walk, so not to disturb his quietude. The pills she had given him would last about eight hours approximately. Since it was coming up to 8:00 p.m. now, he should be good for at least another two hours.
Grace also needed that time to think about her emotions about Niles. There was something about him that drew her to him. Was it his awkward boyish charm, or the feeling that a passionate man was lurking underneath?
"Get a grip on yourself, girl!" Grace lectured herself. "This guy has just been through a very traumatic experience. He got beaten within an inch of his life and you are fantasizing about him! He has to be in an extremely vulnerable state of mind. Don't put any extra pressure on him! Where is your sense of common decency!"
She shook her head and gazed at his slender frame as it rose and fell with the rhythmic regularity of someone in a deep slumber.
"I'm glad he is still snoozing. He needs to rest," she thought. "My God, he
looks so peaceful, lying there scrunched up on that cramped sofa."
Bathed in the golden glow of the dim lamplight, the scene before her took on the appearance of a Flemish masterpiece that Rembrandt himself would have been proud to capture. The faded blue blanket lay in folds around Niles' angular jaw. He was curled up in the "fetal position", but even still his toes protruded from the far edge of the cover. Off to his side, on the end table, lay the teacup and the bag of ice, which was now just a puddle of water wrapped in a familiar rough white towel with "Desert Inn" emblazoned
on it.
Despite the injuries to his face, he looked handsome in an unconventional sort of way. His delicate features were only slightly marred by the punishment that had been metered out to them the night before. Grace happily noted that the swelling had indeed started to retreat, just as she had suspected. His blond hair was matted a bit and definitely in need of a comb, but this only added to his rumpled, mussed up attractiveness.
"Attractive... " Grace whispered to herself. "He certainly *is* attractive. He seems so naive and innocent, and yet he does exude a definite sexual appeal."
Niles shifted slightly and groaned involuntarily as he moved.
"He still must be in some pain," she contemplated. "I should really wake him up and get some aspirin into him. That would also help reduce the stiffness in his joints. Poor Niles!"
She walked over to him and knelt beside the couch. Reaching out,
she gently shook him on the shoulder.
"Niles... Niles, wake up," she prodded. "You should get up for a spell."
Niles groggily swatted away her hand, like a petulant child batting away
a bothersome fly.
"Nooo..." he muttered under his breath. "Go... away. Leave... leave
me alone."
Grace laughed at his antics.
"All right. You sleep. I'll be back about 11:30 with something for you to eat. You should be famished by then."
Then she bent low, and on pure impulse, kissed his cheek. Grace inhaled deeply as she brushed her lips against his cheek.
"N... i... c... e," he said with subdued emotion. His eyes were still closed tight. A small smile brightened his features. "N... i... c... e... " he drifted off.
She could smell the sweet, salty odour of his body. His face was damp with traces of perspiration and slightly rough from not being shaved. She outlined his swollen lip with her finger with deliberate tenderness.
The overwhelming temptation was too much for Grace to resist. She tilted her head down slightly and pressed her lips to his.
Niles stirred without waking and responded in kind, without a word. The
moment seemed to last forever. His lips were moist and warm. When she broke from the kiss, she felt totally intoxicated by his very presence. Her mouth was burning and her heart was racing.
"N... i... c... e... " Niles repeated sleepily and turned his head into the
pillow.
"I... I... have to go," she stammered. "I'll be back soon after the show."
She knew he couldn't comprehend at the moment what she was saying, but she felt it was important that she still tell him.
"Maybe he will have some conscious memory of what has happened," she
reasoned. In the back of her mind she wanted him to remember it all.
She slipped out of the room as quietly as she had come, and headed off to
the last showing of Brisbane's animal act for the night.
"My God!" she thought as she headed to work. "What was that all about? He's the one who was beaten up - why do I feel so fragile all of a sudden? Could it be those intense blue eyes of his... ?"
"Niles, are you awake?" Grace called, as she unlatched the door and walked into her hotel room. She glanced at the empty couch. The blanket was folded neatly at one end of it. She slipped out of her trench coat and tossed it carelessly over the back of a chair.
"I brought food... real food!" she proclaimed with a hint of enticement in
her voice.
The bathroom light was on and the door was open. Grace cautiously walked up to the doorway.
"Niles? Is everything all right?" She peeked around the corner.
He was standing in his wrinkled clothes, looking in the bathroom mirror.
His hair was still messy and he looked slightly disoriented. His left hand steadied his body against the sink, while his right mapped the outlines of his damaged features. He seemed almost lost in a world of his own misery.
"Niles, I brought some food," Grace tried to sound breezy, but her
concern for him seeped through. "I've got to change out of this circus
get up and you really should eat something... Niles?"
He continued to stare at his pallid reflection without responding.
Finally he turned his head towards her voice and said mournfully, "Well, it does look a bit better... doesn't it?"
"Oh, Niles," said Grace. She dropped the takeout food to her side and
entered the bathroom. "Of course it does." And with those words she
circled her arms softly around him and started to cry.
"You're lying aren't you?" Niles asked in a tremulous voice.
"No." Grace said succinctly.
He persisted. "Then why are you crying?".
"I'm crying, silly," she said with fond exasperation. "I'm crying because I am so happy to see you up on your feet!!"
She hugged him a bit closer, but not too tightly. She still wasn't too sure
how tender his ribs were yet. The warmth of her embrace seemed to
rejuvenate him. The prickly sequins on the arms of her costume dug into the back of his neck, as she tightened her grip to assure him of her sincerity. His cheek was in close contact with her own and she could feel the rise and fall of her breasts against his chest. She noticed that his eyes
drifted downward towards her rounded cleavage that was partially
exposed by the neckline of her stage clothes. Niles clung to her for a
moment longer, like a man begging to be saved from drowning. She was suddenly aware of the evidence of his intense arousal by the stiffening in his loins, as his body pressed up against hers. Grace gasped in anticipation of their growing desire.
With a spasmodic jump he backed up and looked at her with a hint of embarrassment.
"Per... haps I should wash up before I eat?" he said sheepishly. "It... it
has been a while since I had a b... b... ath."
Grace swallowed hard to regain her composure.
"That's a great idea," agreed Grace brightly trying to lessen his uneasiness. "I think it would refresh you and make you feel much better. I could press your clothes with my travel iron, if you like?"
"I'll... I'll just g... get undressed and give you my clothes, then," he said with a catch in his throat, as he turned away from her to conceal his libidinous discomfort. He actually looked like he was about to faint for a brief moment.
"Niles, you do feel up to doing this on your own, don't you? I could
always assist you with a "sit up" bath. Remember I was trained in
nursing," she contended. " I would be quite willing... "
"NO!" he yelped, cutting her short, "No, no, that won't be
necessary, thank you... thank you!"
He seemed suddenly very sensitive about whole situation, so
Grace just hastily retreated from the bathroom, saying
that she would go warm up the iron, as she closed the
door behind her.
Niles gulped a mouthful of air and leaned against the tiled wall.
He pressed the palms of his hands against his temples.
"I can't go on like this!" he vexed, "Is this what love is like?
I think I am going out of my mind!"
His hands shook as he stripped quickly out of his clothes,
wrapped a towel around himself and set his garments in a
tidy pile outside the bathroom door. He could hear Grace
humming in the bedroom.
He climbed into the tub, pulled the meager curtain across and
let the tepid water wash over his weary frame. The terrible
beating he had endured, the appalling injuries that he had
suffered, the lack of sustenance, the implacable urges he felt
for Grace, all started to rattle around in his mind like a dizzy,
out-of-control carousel. Niles stuck his arms out to steady
himself against the drenched walls. A stifled cry escaped
from his mouth.
Grace knocked lightly on the bathroom door.
"Niles, I brought you some shampoo."
The sound of the shower obscured her voice.
The door swung open. She could see his naked outline
through the opaque shower curtain. She caught a glimpse
of his visage, partially concealed by the slick plastic.
His eyes were shut tight as if he were in pain. His head hung down slightly, as if burdened by some unseen weight.
Grace wanted to go to him, right then and there, gather him in her arms and tenderly kiss away his demons. As she took a couple of steps forward, she could hear the low guttural sounds of sobbing. Feeling like an intruder, she quietly left the bottle on the counter near the edge of the tub and tiptoed out.
"I'm ready," he called out from the bathroom doorway. "Grace?
Grace, do you have my clothes?"
"They're on the chair in the living room." she shouted from the kitchenette.
Niles tucked a towel around his body and wandered into the other room.
He pulled on his trousers and was fastening them as Grace rounded the
corner with a platter of food.
"Feeling better?" she questioned discreetly.
"Yes, thanks." he replied self-consciously. His suspenders hung limply down on either side of his pants and his slim, but bruised torso revealed a fine mat of sandy chest hair as he turned to face her. His hair was still damp, the blond tendrils clinging to the skin on his neck and forehead. He reached for his shirt. Grace followed his movements with her eyes.
"Let's eat at the table." she suggested.
"All right," he responded with an eagerness that betrayed his hunger. "What do we have here?"
"Well, I have some sandwiches, turkey and ham, and I have potato salad
and some yogurt. Is strawberry all right?" she asked.
Niles nodded yes. He was such a fussy eater normally, but these were
extremely unusual circumstances. "Right now I would eat almost anything, but you did a fine job in selecting the food. Which sandwich do you want?"
"I have already eaten," Grace explained. "You help yourself to it all."
"I can't eat in front of someone with no food!" Niles exclaimed, "That
wouldn't be polite!"
"Niles, under the circumstances, I think you can be forgiven," she lectured.
"You have had one small cup of soup in about twenty-four hours. I ate after
the 6:00 p.m. show ended. You need all of this food and probably more."
"No," he insisted. "I just wouldn't feel comfortable! At least nibble on
half of this sandwich."
He broke the ham sandwich in two and offered her a portion.
"You are awful persistent and stubborn for an invalid," Grace laughed.
"All right, you win, I'll take the sandwich, but you have to eat *all*
the rest!! No excuses!!"
Niles smiled triumphantly at his moral victory and took a bite of the
turkey sandwich.
During the meal they chatted about their ambitions and hopes. Niles told Grace about his plans for Yale and his desire to follow in his mother's footsteps and become a psychiatrist. He talked about how he was proud of both his parents. How they had supported him throughout his life, even when they couldn't always understand him.
Grace told him about her mother and how hard it was on both of them after her father died of cancer when she was seven. Her mother had to take on two jobs just to make ends meet. Grace had learned to pitch in with part-time jobs to add to the family coffers. But she always felt blessed by a loving parent, who allowed her the freedom to be independent. She went on to regal him with stories of her different adventures with the Brisbane Show. His spirits seemed to brighten. In a while the food was completely gone. He wiped his sore lip cautiously with the paper napkin.
"There, are you happy now?" he teased.
"Yes, I am," Grace replied and then added, "It's good to see some life in
your face."
With the mention of the word "face" Niles looked crestfallen.
Grace reached out and grasped his hand from across the table.
"Niles, believe me when I say that I *can* see a big improvement and
remember, I told you it will be even better by tomorrow!" she encouraged.
"Yes, I'll be a regular "Prince Charming" in no time."
The words tumbled out of him with a sarcastic tone. "The girls will be lining up for a date with me! It's the answer to all my dreams."
"I would do it," Grace said shyly.
"What .... did .... you say?" he haltingly ventured.
"I said, I would go out with you," she added emphatically. "I think you are
very handsome and a wonderful person."
"You mean that?" he asked incredulously. "You aren't just saying that to
make me feel better?"
Grace answered his question by leaning forward and kissing him full on the
lips.
At first Niles was completely taken by surprise, but he didn't pull back.
He leaned into the kiss willingly and drank in the pleasure of Grace's
passion.
When they broke apart to catch their breath, Niles finally opened his eyes
and smiled. Grace cooed softly "Was that a definite enough answer for you?"
"Yes," he said nervously. "Though I'd like to repeat the question, just to
hear your answer again."
"Gladly," she said with a smile growing across her face. "I've got a few
in-depth questions that I'd like you to answer too."
Niles straightened up and got a quizzical look on his face.
"Oh," he paused. "What would you like to know?"
Grace laughed and took his hand as she led him to the bedroom.
"Well for one thing, why are you so irresistibly adorable?"
And with that Niles realized that all his Vegas dreams were about to come
true....
End of Part 5.
To be continued...