Don't Be Afraid. There's The Two Of

Gentle He Would Be, Denied He Would Not.

Ye Werena The First Lass I Kissed," He Said Softly. "but I Swear You'll Be The Last.

She Sounded As Though Love Were An Unfortunate But Unavoidable Condition.

Torn Between The Impulse To Stroke His Head, And The Urge To Cave It In With A Rock, I Did Neither.

When I Asked My Da How Ye Knew Which Was The Right Woman, He Told Me When The Time Came, I'd Have No Doubt. And I Didn't. When I Woke In The Dark Under That Tree On The Road To Leoch, With You Sitting On My Chest, Cursing Me For Bleeding To Death, I Said To Myself 'jamie Fraser, For All Ye Canna See What She Looks Like, And For All She Weights As Much As A Good Draft Horse, This Is The Woman.