Angel

Bessie Killigan woke up from a long, restful sleep and caught a whiff of something sweet in the air. She gasped. "Pancakes!"

She ran downstairs in her flannel pajamas, her fuzzy socks sliding on the smooth wood floor. She bumped into her father, who was standing in the kitchen doorway.

"Whoa, slow down, Bess. Eh don' want ye te get hurt."

Bessie ignored him, and squeezed past to sit down at the table. Standing over the counter was a young woman. She was in her late twenties and had long, soft golden hair that curled in random pieces. Her face was delicate and soft, and her eyes were an innocent grey-blue, like a sad stormy morning.

"What flavor are they this time, Abby?"

The woman smiled. "Blueberry."

Bessie frowned. "But my favorite is chocolate chip!"

"Yes, but too much chocolate for breakfast isn't healthy." Her accent was American.

Bessie whined and leaned her chin in the palm of her hand.

"Well…maybe I'll mix in just a few."

Bessie grinned as wide as her muscles could allow. "Yay!"

"But…you're going to have a nice tall glass of ice cold milk with it."

"Okay," Bessie compromised as she waited for her first plate of blueberry-chocolate chip pancakes.

Abby flipped a final cake onto a plate and set it in front of Bessie, and poured her a tall glass of milk. The girl ate greedily, and Duff watched the woman in the same manner. Abby continued to cook another plate and didn't pay any attention to the coal-black eyes that guiltily scanned her body.

Months ago, Duff hired Abigail to be Bessie's nanny. He came to a realization one day that Bessie was quickly growing into a young woman and had no one to look up to as a role model. Bessie's mother wanted nothing to do with her, and growing up, Bessie only had her father in her life. She didn't have a grandmother or a mother. Bessie had only been off the island a couple times in her life, so the only women she has ever seen or met were the countless one-night-stands Duff brought home in his younger years. Duff was afraid of how this might affect his daughter once she became a teenager. His biggest fear is for Bessie to become the same way he was in his late teens. Enraged from the deaths of his loved ones and fed up with those who treated him with cruelty, Duff indulged in drugs, alcohol, and sex, and evidently he ruined most of his life. He didn't know what he would do once Bessie hit puberty and had questions he felt too uncomfortable to answer. Bessie needed a woman in her life to look up to. Because of Duff's impossible future for a happy relationship and love, he advertized a job in all of Scotland's newspapers for a woman to nanny Duff Killigan's mysterious daughter. The press knew nothing about Duff's daughter, only that he had one, which was released years after her birth.

Very few women applied for Duff's job offer. All of the women seemed to be nothing but hopeless creatures begging for a life better than the one they lived on the street. None of the women were even remotely intelligent, much less inspirational. All except one: an American named Abigail, last name not given.

Her resume was blatant, stating that she wasn't the most intelligent woman alive, though she dabbled in some of the creative arts. She did write about her wisdom and awareness of life, and her history of studying Eastern traditions such as meditation, karma, opening the seven chakras, and other rituals that baffled Duff's rigid, darkened mind. Merely because her character was such a diamond among other coal, he invited her to his castle for an interview. When she arrived, their interview turned into several arguments which opened Duff's eyes to how terrible a father he has been. Though her spiritual background was strange to him, it was obvious that she would lead Bessie through the Hellish years of puberty and womanhood, and help her grow into the beautiful and strong woman Duff solely wished for.

Months later, Duff felt like Abby was not only a nanny to his daughter, but she also took care of himself. Duff became closer to her than he had been with any other woman in his life…they were even as close as Duff was with his sister, Carol. He didn't know what it was about her, but she was gentle, yet firm in her wisdom and beliefs, and he felt comfortable around her. He would sit down and tell her of all the moments in his life, his thoughts and dreams, his past and what he saw in his future, and how he wanted it to change. She also became a motherly figure for Bessie, and the two of them became close as well. They were like a family. Duff felt like Abby was a sister to him, but as the months passed, his feelings for her began to change.

Duff thought he had a natural curse to look at any beautiful woman in a sexual way, ever since his lifestyle of bringing home women night after night. He had tried relationships before, with Sheila, known as Shego to the criminal world, and with Camille León. Though he held feelings for both women, he was never able to achieve the feeling of love. He thought he was in love once before, with Bessie's mother, Mary. He held that same feeling when he was with Sheila, but he knew it wasn't real. Duff would think that he confused love with happiness, but the happiness didn't stay. Both Mary and Sheila left him. Camille wanted to be with him, but he knew his feelings for her would never result to love. He concluded that love was impossible for him. He felt like his sex drive controlled his feelings, and that a sexual relationship was the only one he knew. He never felt comfortable opening up to Camille or Sheila, and only seemed to look forward to sex with them.

He remembered telling Abby all this one night. She said, "No human being is incapable of love. The energy in your heart has been blocked by the grief of your sister and your mother and grandmother. You have felt their love before, and one day you will lay your grief out in front of you and accept your losses. Your curse is your inability to move on. Once you do, you will be capable of loving again."

It all made sense when she put it that way. But when he tried to let his family go, he couldn't, no matter how hard he tried. When he lost his sister, it threw him off the edge that kept him sane. She was the only one he really had in his life, and when she left, he was completely alone. There was no one to replace her love, and no one to support him. His grief caused him to act out in sexual ways, and it took over him.

After months of having Abby in his life, Duff noticed changes in the way he saw her. He would notice tiny details about her, like how soft the skin on her neck and hands looked, and how she would smell fresh, yet subtly sweet. He would notice her hair, and how it never looked greasy or dry, it was soft and light, and probably felt cool to the touch.

In the kitchen, while Bessie ate her pancakes and Abby flipped some more over the stove, he leaned on the fridge behind her and stared at the curves of her hips, waist, and up to the curves of her breasts. He shook his head once he realized what he was doing, and sat down at the table. He felt wrong to think of Abby this way.

She turned around and set a plate down in front of him. Three pancakes stacked on top of the other, and Abby leaned over to drizzle a little maple syrup over them. Duff immediately thought of what else he wanted to do with that syrup. He shook his head again.

"Thanks, Abby." Duff looked up to her and she smiled. He caught a glimpse of her lips, and how plump they were. They were moist from lip balm, most likely cherry flavored, because her lips had a slight tint of red in them. He wanted to taste the balm on her lips.

Duff shook his head again.

Abby finished cooking the last of the batter and sat down with the rest of them. Bessie took a few more pancakes and must have drunk five glasses of milk. Duff smiled, and was glad for her health. He thought of when Abby first came along and was shocked at how limited Bessie's food palette was. She had eaten Scottish food all her life…never had an American dish, or Chinese, French, Italian, and didn't know what certain foods were. Abby yelled at Duff, fearlessly, and told him how keeping Bessie locked up in the castle with hardly any access to the outside world, even the mainland, forced her to eat 'bread and cheese' all her life. She would say, "Variety is like a pinch of cumin in the simmering soup pot of life!" She introduced Bessie to all foods from every culture, and opened her eyes to life in many ways.

Duff ate slowly, and every now and then glanced up and hoped to see a little syrup on Abby's lips, and hoped even more that he could watch her lick it off.

Duff would often find himself daydreaming of her. Bessie finished up her breakfast and rushed off to clean up and play, and Abby began to wash dishes. As she did so, Duff imagined of what he wanted to do.

Her body tensed as I grabbed her waist from behind. I put my nose to that space where her jaw line met her neck, and smelled her sweetness. It was like a mix of jasmine and honey. She tried to push me off and finish cleaning.

"Duff, stop."

Nothing she could say would make me stop. I kissed her neck and indulged in her scent. It was like opium to me. I felt like a wild animal just smelling and kissing all around her neck and décolletage. I distinctly heard a dainty giggle forced to be held back in her throat.

"Duff, stop it now. What if Bessie walks in? I don't want her to see us like this, it might get her upset."

I turned her around, and with my body I forced her to lean back on the kitchen counter. "She's busy playin' upstairs. She won't walk in." I didn't give her any time to reply. I kissed her deeply and tasted the cherry flavor on her lips. It was sweet and natural, like taking a bite out of a real cherry. I unintentionally bit her lip lightly, and at the same time my hands went wild with a mind of their own. One second I felt the baby-soft skin of her face, the next I was grabbing the flesh on her hip, then I was feeling the soft curve of her back, then I was grabbing the back of her thigh and lifting it. I wanted to feel the soft skin of her legs. She was shy and never wore anything that exposed her body, but I knew it was exquisite. She moaned, and I felt like a sexual demon that possessed her body. I felt one with her…

"Duff?"

Duff's eyes widened as he looked up and saw Abby watching him strangely over at the sink. He felt his whole body warm. Under the tablecloth, he reached down to make sure he hadn't gotten too excited.

"You were zoning out, and you've hardly touched your breakfast. Is everything okay? Did you sleep alright?"

Duff felt himself blush, something he didn't do quite often. Lately a gap has grown between them; Duff would be embarrassed from his daydreams and dirty thoughts, and Abby would think something was wrong. For obvious reasons, Duff would refuse to claim anything the matter and that everything was fine. He would make excuses, but Abby knew something was up. She was upset he didn't want to open up to her about it, and often became frustrated.

"What has been going on with you? I don't understand why you feel uncomfortable telling me."

"Abby, eh promise it's nuthin'. Eh jus' didn' get enough sleep, tha's all."

"Like hell it's nothing. I just want to know why you won't talk to me. Is it about me?"

Duff widened his eyes. "Whut? No, nuthin' is wrong wit ye."

"Well it sure feels like it. I'm starting to feel uncomfortable myself around you! I can't talk to you without thinking I'm being scrutinized!"

"Uhh…" Duff was at a loss for words. He felt like if he said anything more, she would know his secret. "Abby, please." He got up and walked over to her. He thought about his daydream and how he wanted to hold and feel her body, but instead he put his hands on her forearms and looked at her in the eye. "There's nuthin' wrong wit ye, yer perfect."

Abby stopped fidgeting with the pots and pans and looked down. Duff put a hand under her chin and lifted her face. He cringed and held himself together as everything in him craved to kiss her full red lips passionately. He had never felt such intense emotion for a woman before.

"Ehm just goin' through…some new emotions. Eh haven't talked te ye because eh don't know how eh feel an' eh don't know how te describe it or whut te really say. Please don' feel uncomfortable around meh, tha's te last thing eh want. Why don't we do somethin' tegether later, like watch eh movie or Bessie can join us doin' eh puzzle or sometin'."

Abby smiled shyly. "I'd like that." She put her hands on his chest, and Duff felt like going wild. He exhaled all he could.

He thought up a lie that would make her feel better. "Eh think ehm just tryin' te move on an' lay out te grief like ye told meh. It's somethin' ehm still tryin' te figure out."

"I understand. Accepting loss can't be forced, so that's not something I'm going to do."

He wanted to kiss her so bad. He was too close to her. Duff took a step back and masked his restraint with a smile. "Thank ye. Ehm going te do some work outside today, te weather is nice."

"Okay. I'll see what Bess is up to, maybe she would like to do something new today. It would be nice to take a walk around the island and have a picnic on the beach."

Duff chuckled. "Just be careful Charlie doesn't eat the basket first."

"Don't worry, I'll keep my sea monster repellant spray handy." She joked.

Duff laughed at the joke. Growing up, Duff was attacked by a lot of hurtful sarcasm from his brother William, and Sheila would use it all the time, and after a while, her words seemed scornful too. Abby didn't use sarcasm often, but when she did, she used it in a kind, silly manor.

After getting dressed upstairs and washing up in the bathroom, Duff went outside to do some yard work. The island was fairly large, and he didn't have anyone to come each week to trim the grass and tend the garden, so Duff did it himself every Sunday.

He went over to his garden first, decorated with herbal plants which he used for teas and medicine. He got down on his knees and pulled the weeds and other unwanted roots from the dirt, and watered each plant generously. The sun was hot, and beating down on not only his frail garden but Duff's sweating skin. He forgot to apply sunscreen, which Abby pressured him about all the time.

As Duff got the hose and watered the flowers that surrounded the castle barrier, the hot sun allowed him to daze and daydream again. He felt the cool water from the hose splash on him, and though the water was really ice cold, he only felt coolness, like being covered in mint leaves. He could feel the water evaporating right off his body. It was a strangely relaxing hallucination.

"Are you gardening?" Abby teased as she walked outside and saw him watering flowers.

"Aye, eh like te garden."

"Since when?" Abby crossed her arms and playfully raised an eyebrow.

"Eh always did, just as eh like cooking."

"Don't tell me you like to sew, too." Abby laughed. Her laugh was as light as a feather dancing on a flurry of wind.

Duff made a face, half-amused, half-annoyed. Then, he lifted up the gardening hose and sprayed water all over her, soaking her entire body. She screamed from the chilled water. Duff laughed and turned off the hose. Her clothes stuck to her skin and revealed her concealed curves underneath. It was Duff's dirty intention. Abby stood gaping.

"You did not just do that."

Duff just laughed, and stared at her greedily and secretly. His eyes were hungry.

She ran towards him with revenge in her expression. He laughed and backed up, but she grabbed the hose from him easily. He went down on both knees and put his two hands up, a smile still stretched on his face.

"Eh surrender!" he gave her a puppy dog pout that said, 'Please have mercy, don't shoot!'

"Oh no, you won't get me with that puppy dog pout."

She sprayed him all over until he was as soaked as she was. She laughed, and he got up to grab the hose from her again. She screamed humorously, dropped the hose, and ran from him. He didn't bother picking the hose back up, but rather chased her down the lawn and grabbed her around the waist from behind. She tried getting away but he held onto her tight. She continued to laugh and scream, and he laughed along with her. When she turned her head to look at him, his face was so close to hers, and immediately, without thinking, he leaned in and kissed her deeply. She froze out of shock, but shyly kissed him back. Duff put his hand to her face and kissed her for another minute or so, completely hypnotized, like it was a dream. Once he pulled back and looked into her eyes, he realized what he just did. Duff was silent for a moment while embarrassment washed over him.

"Eh-eh'm sorry...eh got carried away." Duff still held onto her, but took a step back and looked down.

Abby was silent as well and just looked at him. She didn't say anything for what seemed like a long time...too long.

"...whut are ye thinking?" He looked back up at her with hope in his eyes, still like a lost puppy.

"I'm trying to decide if I liked that or not." She said. Her voice was too low for him to decipher the feeling behind it. Duff hoped she couldn't hear the gulp in his throat.

"I hope ye did..."

Abby continued to look him in the eyes, their faces so close Duff could smell her sweet delicious breath. Slowly, a shy smile stretched on her face. Her soft hand stroked his cheek, and then glided over his neck, behind his ear and over the back of his head. She leaned in and brushed her lips against his. She felt comfortable, but was still too shy to kiss the man she considered a friend for so long.

Duff lost control once more and kissed her passionately. He wrapped his arms around her waist and squeezed her curves. Her body was heavenly; her lips were irresistible pressed against his…

When Duff came back to reality and looked down, his flowers were wilted from the pressure of too much water. They drowned in the dirt. He cussed at himself and turned the hose off. He also noticed he was soaking wet. Did he spray himself during the fantasy?

Duff ripped off his shirt and got the lawn mowers out from a part of the castle that ejected out on the side, and was used as a sort of shed. He had built these robotic machines scanned and cut the lawn on their own. It saved Duff hours of time. They were also safe, and stopped their blades if a body was sensed a foot away, just in case Bessie was playing on the island and he didn't know about it. Once he turned them on, they began their route spiraling the island and he went back inside the castle. The machines were programmed to go back into the shed and turn off once they were done. There wasn't much else work to do outside—his boat didn't need to be tended, and his car didn't need to be washed.

He was still shirtless when he walked upstairs towards the bathroom. As he turned the hall, he bumped right into Abigail, who had just gotten out of the shower, and was wrapped only in a towel.

Abby gasped as her wet body hit his. Duff slipped on the floor, wet from Abby's dripping body, lost balance and instinctually grabbed onto her for support, but she lost her balance too, and Duff fell to the hard wood floor. Abby fell right on top of him.

Their wet arms and legs intertwined and Abby's face landed right on Duff's chest. She felt his chest hair, scars and sweat brush against her cheek. She looked up and stared at him, gaping. Neither of them knew what to say. They were at a loss for words. Duff couldn't even get a 'sorry' out of his croaky throat.

"Um…" Duff rushed to help her get off of him. From the position they were in, Duff was easily starting to have a reaction that he did not want her to feel or see.

"Wow, um…I..." Abby couldn't speak. She was embarrassed.

"Accidents happen, aye?" he stood up and offered to help. She allowed him to take one hand, while she kept her other arm clinging to her towel. They stood up and tried to explain themselves at the same time.

"Err…sorry abou' tha'…hope eh didn' gross ye out…uh…ye know eh wus workin' outside an' got eh little sweaty…eh wus ehn meh way te shower…"

"Uh, I-I forgot to bring a change of clothes with me to the bathroom, so I just figured, you know, you were outside, I would just rush over to my room…"

The two stared at each other, taken over by complete and utter awkwardness. Then, Abby broke the silence.

"No, you didn't gross me out."

Duff heard her, but couldn't process a response. He was mesmerized by the water dripping down her hair and running down her cleavage.

"I'm…um…going to get changed." Abby said. She looked down in humiliation and walked away. Duff could only allow himself to say 'okay' when she was too far away to hear him.

Duff couldn't believe what just happened. He tried so hard to picture how her wet body felt on top of his during that split second. He wished he could have kept her there, and not allow her to get off. He wanted to see that towel fall.

Duff physically shook his head, and scolded himself out loud. "Stop it! She's not some woman ye brought home! She doesn't deserve te be treated like tha'! She's meh best friend, she's eh part eh tis family, eh care about 'er, eh…ugh!" Duff stormed off to the bathroom with thoughts circling in his brain. He didn't want to feel this way, but he did. He couldn't help himself. He hadn't brought a woman home since Abby came along. Once she began to convince him that he was giving Bessie a bad influence by having countless sexual relationships, he stopped going out and picking up women for good. Eventually he stopped wanting to go out to the mainland to pick women off the street. He soon realized that Abby was the only woman his body desired.

But for some reason, his feelings felt so wrong. And that was never a problem for him before.

Later…..

Duff had asked Abby to meet him downstairs in the living room to watch a movie. Bessie was invited too, of course, but she said she would rather go to bed early, which was very unusual for Bessie. Duff knew better, that she was up to something, and he figured she would be sneaking out of her room to spy on him and Abby. Over the months Bessie felt comfortable with the idea of Abby as a mother figure, and Duff knew she secretly wanted him to marry her. When he thought about it, the idea of marrying Abby seemed infinitely blissful. He loved the idea of having her by his side for the rest of his life. He didn't want her to leave his or Bessie's life, ever.

She came downstairs wearing a set of flannel tartan pajamas. Her hair, as always, looked soft and silky, and Duff wanted nothing more than to run his fingers through her light golden curls. He could tell she wasn't wearing any makeup; her skin looked fresh and clean, yet warm and radiant. He gazed at her face, soaking in her beauty. Her eyebrows were dark and thick, yet shapely, her lashes were long, thick and dark, and her lips were as plump and irresistible as ever. Her feet were bare and Duff could see her groomed, neutral-polish pedicure. He thought there weren't many people in the world with pretty feet, yet she was one of them. Every inch of her was goddess-like.

"Hey." She said, as she sat down at the other end of the couch. He could tell she was still uncomfortable around him.

"Hey…listen ehm sorry abou' earlier…" Duff moved closer to her. He felt silly dressing up for the movie night. He wore a pair of dark fitted jeans and his charcoal sweater. He was even wearing dress shoes. What was he thinking? He hoped she wouldn't notice his obvious attempt at trying to impress her, but he knew even the most naïve woman could tell he had dressed up for a date.

"No, it's okay. It was just really…awkward. I hope I didn't make you uncomfortable."

'Oh, Abby, ye did te opposite!' he thought. "Nah, it's funny now tha' eh think abou' it. Eh just felt bad tha' eh got ye all sweaty righ' after ye took eh shower."

Abby smirked. "That's okay. I'm not easily peeved by that sort of thing."

"Tha's one of te things eh like abou' ye…yer laid back. Ye debate yer opinion but ye don' complain abou' te wee stuff."

Abby smiled again. "Thank you. You're right, I don't think I complain a lot…and I'm not complaining now, but I am curious why you look so dapper for such a casual occasion."

Duff blushed. "Eh…uh…feel comfortable in jeans…an' sweaters."

"But what are they, designer?" Abby laughed. "Is that Elsa Clegg?" she tried to grab the tag at the back of his neck. Duff laughed in return and stopped her.

"So whut if eh have expensive taste?"

"Well explain the fancy shoes then, Mr. Expensive Taste."

"Well some people, unlike ye," he grabbed her pinky toe and wiggled it. "don' have attractive feet."

Abby laughed and tried to rescue her toes. "Well socks are just as acceptable for masking ugly feet."

"Fine," Duff shuffled off his shoes and pushed them to the side of the couch. "Feel any better?"

"I think you stooped down to my level enough, thank you. Now at least I don't feel like I should have worn my Spürluchë stilettos."

"Ye own eh pair of Spürluchë?" Duff asked. He wondered where she would have gotten the money for that…or who gave them to her.

"No, crazy, I couldn't afford a pair even if I had saved all the money I ever had in my life."

"Then eh'll buy ye eh pair." Duff smirked. He gazed into her eyes. He tried to envision her draped with diamond jewelry.

"Not necessary. I don't need shoes with gems the size of my face on them to make me happy."

Duff bravely reached his left arm on the back of the couch, around her, and placed his right hand on the small of her back. He gently pulled her closer.

"Then whut does make ye happy?" his voice was dark and smooth, like rich velvet.

Abby was silent for a few moments, thinking. Her eyes gazed into his and a sweet smile was stamped to her face. "Good movies with good company."

Duff envisioned leaning in and kissing her romantically, holding her close to him and wrapping his arms around her back. She would do the same, and they would melt together on the couch, and forget all about the movie.

Instead, Duff turned on the television, which was built in the stone wall above the fireplace, and searched movies to rent.

"Whut are ye in te mood te watch?" Duff asked. His hand was still on her back. She shifted a little bit, and he wasn't sure if she was trying to shake him off, but she wasn't going to do it that easily.

"Something comfortable." As she said that, the tension in her body released.

"Comfortable? Whut dye mean…like eh romance?" Duff felt his whole body warm.

"I suppose. By comfortable I meant not action or gore or thriller or horror…you know what I mean."

"Right…sure." He tried to sound cool as he thought of the many ways how to cuddle with Abby during the movie. He came across the Memo Pad, and decided on that one. He never saw it before, but heard it was good.

The movie was a romantic drama based on a book by some famous romance novelist. It was about a poor young man who falls in love with a rich heiress after seeing her at the lake. The two have a love affair, and the man claims that he will build a boat for them to sail away in and start a new life. The woman falls in love with him, but they are separated by the young woman's parents and her arranged husband. In the future, an elderly man tells this story of memories written down on a memo pad to an elderly woman. She has amnesia, and the elderly man tries to help her remember that she is his wife, and that they love each other. The movie ends with the woman remembering, and the elderly couple fall asleep and die in each other's arms.

Throughout the movie, Abby got sleepy and leaned on Duff's shoulder. He kept his right arm around her back, over her belly. He pulled her closer the more she leaned on him, and eventually she was laying down on his chest, falling asleep. She was so tired she didn't seem to realize she was leaning on him. The movie seemed to be a blur of voices and light to her. Duff kept her close to him intentionally, and continued to watch the movie to the end. He felt warm during the parts where the young man and woman kissed or made love, and wished Abby was awake so he could kiss her too. When he turned the television off, he intended to lay there and fall asleep with her, but he shifted his body to get more comfortable on the couch, and it woke Abby up.

She moaned a little and nuzzled her face and ran the palm of her hand down Duff's chest. She lifted her head, and looked up into Duff's eyes. By her expression he could tell she was embarrassed, and didn't realize she had fallen asleep on him. Duff was also embarrassed for letting her fall asleep on him, and not say anything. He was afraid she would find out he had feelings for her.

Duff's hand was still on her back. As Abby got up, Duff lifted himself up as well, and because he was under her, his movement caused her to tumble back onto him. In that moment, their faces were extremely close. Duff took this as an opportunity.

"Tis is te second time today ye fell on top of meh." He mumbled. He was also sure to have brushed his teeth and eaten a few mints before this movie.

Duff didn't care about his feelings not being right. His lips were closer to hers than they ever had been before. He wanted to taste them, and he didn't care about the consequences. Just one small kiss would be fine. If she reacted the wrong way, he could make some excuse up. They would get over it, and he would know Abby's true feelings towards him.

Duff leaned him, and he felt Abby tense slightly. His lips brushed against hers. He could smell the sweet scent of her lip balm.

Suddenly, three thunderous knocks banged against the large wooden gates to the castle.

Duff turned around, furious that someone interrupted his kiss. He yelled in Scots. "Fa th' heel coods 'at be, at thes hoor, in thes weaither?" It was, in fact, raining outside.

Duff stormed to the castle entrance, and opened the doors ready to get rid of anyone who stood at his doorstep, for any reason. When he saw the young woman with soaked fiery red hair covering most of her face, all his anger escaped out of him, and was conquered by curiosity.

It was Kim Possible.