"My lord, surely you do not expect me to . . . with men standing around me?" she asked as if he'd suggested she do it in the village square for all to see . . . and naked. "Well, they won't be able to see anything," he assured her with amusement. Damned if he'd let his men look on her cute little derriere as she knelt in the bushes. "They'll be on the other side of the bushes, but there to stop anyone else approaching." Annabel was shaking her head before he'd finished. "I cannot possibly--not while I know your men are all standing around listening to me . . . I just cannot," she said helplessly. "It's pissen, lass," he said helpfully since she seemed unable to voice the word herself. "It's a pissen yer needing. Ye can say the word. I'll no think less o' ye fer it." Annabel opened her mouth, closed it, and then simply shook her head again. Ross sighed. If she couldn't even say the damned word, there was no way she was going to do it with guards standing but feet away. He glanced around, considering what to do, then nodded. "Right. Then come here." "Where are we--?" Her question died as he led her to a bush at the stream's edge and paused. "Ye do it here," he said releasing her arm and moving three or four feet away to turn his back to her. "And I'll stand guard here. That way yer front and back are safe and we can both keep an eye on the sides." Ross waited for either agreement or the rustle of her adjusting her clothes, but neither sounded. Resisting the urge to look back and see what she was doing, he asked, "Yer no' doing it, are ye?" "Umm . . . nay, not yet," she muttered, then paused, cleared her throat, and asked, "Do you think you could whistle, my lord?" "Whistle?" He did glance around then. She was standing where he'd left her, looking uncomfortable, but still upright, not down on her haunches with her skirt hiked up around her waist. Annabel grimaced apologetically. "It would help if you did." Sighing, Ross shook his head, but turned away and began to whistle. He was wishing though, that she'd just hurry up and get it done. He still had some pissen of his own to do. So, he was more than a little relieved when she cleared her throat a moment later and murmured, "We can return to the clearing." Ross"