I am narrating an incident which happened recently and I consider as the luckiest day. Last week, in one of the sports playgrounds I saw lot of people...gathered males, females and children. I also went into the ground and came to know that children skating competition was going on. Skating was organized in a circular stadium with all the participants sitting in the middle and skating was going all along the periphery. The total circumference of the ground was covered with railings and people. You lazily run your hands down my chest, pinching my already erect nipples as you work your way down. You stop to briefly rub the small four leaf clover entwined with a feather. it is the only tattoo to grace my body – a tribute to my mixed heritage of Native American and Irish. Your eyes run all over my body, your hands mimicking them perfectly. You hands intoxicate me and I feel like I could not string together a coherent sentence if my life depended on it. You bring your index finger up to. ”The commander was gone so I was in charge and no one had told me anything about imperial guards coming. A throat cleared, “That would not be good Morpheus.”I glanced at the slim man I had only met in person once but spoken with many times. I straightened and relaxed, “Commissioner.”He smiled and turned as a young teenage girl walked in with another dozen guards. I shifted and looked around the room, “Seal the marshal floors. I do not care if there is a guard on the door check them and seal. I reply to her to not worry and that it'll never be spoken of ever. She replies almost immediately...*Well...now you've seen, what do you think? Like what you saw?*Gathering myself after receiving another shock to my system, I wonder if she's being serious, or just having me on. I decide to just be honest and say Andrew's a very lucky man and that she's a stunning woman. Then my thoughts began to change, maybe there's a change she wants me, and that's why she wants to know, before I could think.