She fled across the world, seeking sanctuary."She is now my guest." That went well."James let his body collapse into the large stuffed chair in the mi...dle of the living chamber. He felt tired. Drained. Two hours. Two hours of calls to have the Elf Queen crucified before the church steps, to put her in a zoo, to convert her to Christianity and send her back to bring her people to Jesus. All to have it circle around and end up with things exactly as they had been.He hoped to God he had done the. She looked a question at him. The older man looked down.“I’ve not been feeling too good,” he said.“My goodness, sir, are you going to be all right?” she said. It was more than clear that he wasn’t at least not soon.“Yes, yes, I’ll be fine. Just taking a little time off to get over this, whatever it is,” he said. “But come in, come in.”She entered and passed him into the living room where he indicated that she should have a seat on the couch. He fell into his rocking chair across from. Her wavy blonde hair fell softly down her back and shoulders. She wore a long black, tight-fitting shiny coat, but it was not long enough to hide her well-defined calves, prominent above her black heels.As she stepped closer to the pole, she undid the belt of her coat, in a teasing, seductive fashion. She meant business. She knew she was being watched. She was the show, there only to perform for the man whose face she had not yet even seen. She shrugged out of her coat and it fell in a heap on. I turned to say something to her and got a generous look down her salwaar. I moved, or tried to, but I was already pushed back against the backrest of the seat. She moved quickly and I found myself with her sitting directly in my lap. Each of her legs was straddling my lap and she had her hands around the back of my neck. She leaned forward and whispered into my ear with the sexiest voice I have ever heard.“Miss Sharma, is there any other way I can get an ‘A’ in your class?”With that, she.