Saw him once in the hills Water in the canyon walked by the sun I brushed up against him Wildflowers on fire And then I asked him with my eyes To ask again (yes) And then he asked me would I? Yes, Yes I put my arms around him, yes And draw him down to me so he can feel my breast And his heart was going like mad I mean yes, I said yes, I mean yes... The moon rose in the sky As we lay together One second goes by Then becomes forever Come to you by desire And then I asked him with my eyes To ask again (yes) And then he asked me would I? Yes, Yes I put my arms around him, yes And draw him down to me so he can feel my breast And his heart was going like mad I mean yes, I said yes I put my arms around him, yes And draw him down to me so he can feel my breast And his heart was going like mad I mean yes, I said yes, I will yes Yes Yes Ohhh yes I put my arms around him, yes And draw him down to me so he could feel my breast And his heart was going like mad I put my arms around him, yes And draw him down to me so he can feel my breast And his heart was going like mad I mean yes, I said yes I put my arms around him, yes And draw him down to me so he can feel my breast And his heart was going like mad I mean yes, I said yes, I will yes- Amber" Yes"

Chapter two:Clopin, the Damned Sexy Puppeteer

"What?" Father asked, pushing Jaqueline away" Get off me!"

I took the child's hand in mine," Listen, she is alone in the world and it just so happens she bumped into me." I said." I told her we would adopted her."

I knew father was already angered. I again chuckled nervously. Abruptly he grabbed me roughly by my ear and yanked me into the church," I'll be right back Jaqueline" I said. As I am always used to this sort of treatment. Painfully he pulled me by my ear, up the stairs in the church." Sanctuary." I said,only to be a smart ass.

" Quite!" Hissed father.

" Ouch!" I cried after one last painful squeeze on my earlobe. He shoved me back, in the tower. Where Quasi ran over to us.

" what happened?" He asked.

" Hey Quasi guess what, you have a new sister." I said and smiled. Abruptly father pushed me back. Not too violently though.

" A sister?" Quasi asked with wonder.

" She lies. Just some insane child out there pretending Isabelle took her in." Father protested.

" No! I told her I would be her sister. "I stated.

" She's not staying with us, out of the question." He hissed." The palace of Justice is our home, Isabelle. Not some charity house!"

" I'm not asking you to watch over her. All I'm asking is that you let her live with us. That I take care of her." I said.He looked down at me. I smiled innocently at him," Please. " I placed my hands behind my back and tipped back and forth slowly on the ball of my heal and then the tip of my toes. This always used to work with father.

He shook his head and place his hand on his forehead," The girl is your responsibilty, Isabelle."

Quasimodo smiled and approached me," So we have a little sister then?"

I looked at father and smiled. I threw my arms around him, and being my father, he held me back" You won't regret this I promise father." I said. I noticed he glanced out a window. He smirked slightly." You might want to go down and monitor your new friend" He said.

"What?" I glanced down at where he was looking. My eyes widened and I took off out the door, down the stairs, passed several people praying. Accidently running into the Archdeacon." Sorry." I said.

" My child whats the rush?" he asked me.

" well, my new baby sister is out those doors, getting herself in trouble. I apologise I must get out there." I said and ran quickly passed him, out the church doors. There she stood. See that puppeteer gypsy man, I like, was in the middle of one of his tales, with his puppets. He always used his wagon as his little stage. And Jaqueline was trying to take a peak behind the booth.

." Jaqueline!" I gasped, " No!" I ran to the booth and yanked her away. The other childeren scattered. This of course caught the attention of the puppeteer. He came out of his booth I feared for the worse. But he just stood there, smiling at me." Jaqueline, go into the church, wait for father." I whispered to her, after she had taken off I looked back up at him," I am so terribly sorry about her."

He only laughed and said." No harm done beautiful lady," He charmingly took a slight bow swiping his hat off for that breif moment.

No one had ever called me beautiful before." So...you...are..not angry?"

He shook his head "Of course not!Your little girl was merely curious..."

Abruptly I cut him off by laughing." My little girl? Daughter? You think Jaqueline is...my daughter...no,no, she is my little sister. I'm not married. Sir." I corrected.

" I am sorry. I thought that you would be married with such a lovely face." He said, continuing his charm. It seemed to be working.Damn he was so mezmerizing.

I neverously laughed"No...I am...not married...uh..."

"Clopin. My name is Clopin."He introduced himself. Quietly as he took my hand.

" My name is Isabelle. Again sir I apologize for..." Suddenly he placed a kiss upon my cheek to silence me.I felt my body heat up. He had let go of my hand.This I realized.

" Isabelle!" Father's voice made me roll my eyes and smile at Clopin." I'm sorry, I must go. Good day." I said. And turned. I joined father and Jaqueline. Who held my hand.

" That was a naughty thing," father hissed down at Jaqueline. She inched back and tightened her grip on my hand.

" I...was only trying to..."

" I told her to do it. I...wanted to meet him." I said, again lying for her. Truely though this was how would you say fate.

Father shook his head as we stepped into his black carriage. Jaqueline glanced around for a moment and sat beside me. Gancing out the window." Honostly, Isabelle. Why must you insist on trying to get the attention of one of those gypsy rats?" Father asked me.

I shurgged." I don't know, maybe I want to finally get married. But father honostly, have you seen some of the freaks that inhabit this city?" I asked.

" Bite your tongue, girl. Whom ever taught you to talk like that?"

" You."

" Me?"

" Have you heard yourself when talking to Quasimodo when he was younger?" I asked. He glared at me as he normally does.

He sighed," Isabelle, listen if this man you want is a hard working normal citizen, then I would not have a problem, but when it is a no good theif like this gypsy you were talking to..."

" Oh you are such a hypocrite! He works for what little he can. He has to work with little children all day, I've seen these brats. And their parents well they are as rude as they come. "

Father rolled his eyes, and rubbed inbetween his eyes." Isabelle, honey can we not argue right now about whose ruder then who." He said.

" I'm not arguing. I'm just trying to prove a point."

" Which is?"I sighed, trying to think of my point. I must have forgotten what it was at the time. Perhaps I would remember it." Thought so." Father continued.

"Oh!" I had finally remembered," My point is you need to stop misconcepting the world of Gypsies.I mean come on. Quasimodo's mother was a gyspy. Mother was a gypsy. So that would make me half gypsy." I said.

"No, no, your mother had gypsy blood in her, but at least she lived with a respectable noble."

" Who adopted her but she was still born a gyspy. I suppose you never spoke of the gypsies as you do to me, to her." I mused.

" On the contary I spoke as often as I could ill about the gypsies." He said with a smirked.

" Oh, you are a real piece of work, father. What did she ever see in you?" I asked.

" Can we leave your mother out of this, please Isabelle?"

" Fine." I said with a final sigh and leaned my head back and looked at Jaqueline, who still gazed outside the carriage.