'Yeah, a real excellent job this shithole turned out to be', you think to yourself. 'At least you get to play at being a knight,' you think bitterly t... yourself. John had gotten swiftly promoted to knighthood. Apparently had to do with his uncle pulling some strings in the Court."Mr Doe?"You snap out of your reverie to see Jill standing meekly before you. Jill was a small and timid servant girl who was almost always nervous and in some state of disarray. Today was no exception. Her shoulder. “Excellent.” He looked around the room. “Here on the desk? Or on the floor?”“I think the floor would be better. I’d hate to have to explain to the boss on Monday morning why the desk collapsed.”“Fine, by me,” said Pete. “As long as I get your arse.”“You can have it, mate,” said Kyle. “I’d rather my cock didn’t stink of shit, thank you very much.”“I’ll have you know, my shit smells sweeter than most. Now get on the floor, Blondie,” she ordered. “Come on, hurry up. I still want to get to Ritzy’s. He turned back around, sliding his hands over my ass, he gently unzipped my skirt and pulled it down. As he pulled on the fabric, he knelt down in front of me. He kissed the tops of the lace on my stockings as the fabric reached them. He continued pulling, and gently hooked his fingers under the arch of my high heel, lifting my left foot, then my right, freeing me from my skirt with exquisite precision. He was unwrapping me how a girl might pull the string on a Tiffany’s box.From his knees he. Nick was a jerk, a selfish SOB of the purest sort, but he didn’t lie. If anything, he had always been a little too honest with Mel, laughing him in the face and pointing out his greatest errors in life. That was Nick, telling him he didn’t get it. Didn’t get what? Obviously didn’t get Tracy, or his imagined life with Tracy. So Mel threw away his request for vacation, filled out a sick leave form and gave it to his manager, who stared long and hard at his bruised face, and took off for home..