One more week and my raven haired temptress from the west will have time off at the same time as me and is coming to visit. (Excited stamp of feet and...jump with glee.) Not, you understand, that I have been counting off the hours, even thinking about this now sends a tingle into my sex and has done over these last weeks, sometimes in rather embarrassing moments, appearing distracted during one of the sales directors ranting sessions about lack of backup from ops being one, but there is only so. They all took a step back and lowered their eyes in shame and fear, but the King felt they feared more than his words. He turned to Norensberg, his most trusted ally at the court. "You, my friend, if you know anything about this matter, speak up!" The counsellor took a step forward and raised his bald head a little. His voice whispered softly: "Ask her yourself, my King, and witness proof of her witchcraft."The King went back to the balcony in haste, the Queen following him at a much slower. "Would you like something to drink?" "Some water would be fine," I replied, my mouth bone dry as the nervousness, which had been ebbing away, came back full force. He passed me a glass of water, pouring one for himself, and I drank a couple of mouthfuls. "So what do you want to do?" he asked. This was exactly what I didn't want him to ask. I was fine telling people my desires on the Internet, but saying them out loud seemed kind of corny. I took another sip of water before replying. "Well, you. Noah sat there on the bed, looking at the three women in front of him. Two of them, bodies like twelve year old pre-teenagers, and one with the body of a young teenager, naked, talking about who was going first with him like he was some sort of prize. Somehow, Noah wasn't unhappy with that."So. This is your plan. What do we do?" Erin asked Jamie, who turned a slight shade of red. "I'm kind of making this up as I go along." She admitted. Feeling someone push on the small of her back, Jamie.