She was quality. He was a dirty greatcountry bumpkin, not even fit to clean her shoes. He was thick as twoshort planks - enough people had told him so...over the years - and she wasa cultured lady, a distant part of the royal family. She could do anythingand go anywhere. She had a life of riches and luxury before her. All hehad was a drafty old hayloft he paid rent for and two suits of clothes.Burt hurried away from the window of the manor. He couldn't see Lady Annanyway and he might lose his. In a couple hours, a very old fashioned Christmas tree stood in your room with a white sheet tucked around its base. The most modern things were the sixty-year-old strings of lights which you plugged in — they lit — the tinsel sparkled –magnificent. You three stood back for a final look, but there was no time to admire it overmuch. You thanked the girls and the three of your hurried downstairs. They fussed over getting you off to your appointments — hair, manicure, pedicure — they called for. I sit between them. Jesse hold my hand and kept say how beautiful am I. He caress my back and I lean toward him. Robert also touch my shoulders and rub nice. We talk about work and friends and finally sexy some. I think I wanna go bed to one of them all night. Maybe Jesse see my face and ask if I wanna go to their hotel. I say sure, why not. Surprise me for both guys to come with me; make me sorta nervous ‘cause I not expect two guys. Oh, which one I will choose? I sit on Jesse lap when. "Mike looked at the cop, and replied, "Want to bet?" Sure, since I am the cop, I say he goes to foster, they will take him in, and... " he said and then stopped.Shaking his head, Mike reached down to his waist and he pulled out his blackberry and looked through the directory. Pressing the button, he heard the phone ring and was picked up on the other end."Hello?" said a tired voice."Hi Judge Montana, sorry to call so late, but I need your help."Judge Raymond Montana sat up in bed and pulled his.