How typical.'Even with the help from the Arch-minister that had indeed expedited some processes, Tyrpledge was experiencing significant delays in most...of his petitions and requisitions. Everything had to sift through the gargantuan train of Ministry processes, officials and hearings to disappear in its labyrinth offices, clerk pits and then back up again through the same path, in order to probably but not always most likely, make something useful and tangible in the end.The more he thought. "Can you dance?" Fuck! Of course neither of us could.It was however one of the items we'd highlighted on our 'get ready for Princeton' list. Item C 1: Learn to dance.Next to that item on my master list I'd written in pencil: hire a professional? from where? Later on I'd added: Natalie from strip club?Natalie was a sweet young girl. A sweet stripper? Yes she was. At least that was my impression from our one fleeting previous encounter. Well, it wasn't that fleeting I suppose. She'd given both. The art work cleverly gave the impression that the talons were pricking into her skin. Somehow, the artist had shaded around the points of the talons as if her breasts were being punctured. It was a really clever effect. Jade turned her back to me, undoing the button of her jeans and pulling them down. I could see the whole of the dragon now, how the front legs circled her waist and clasp at her navel as if holding on. The neck of the beast continued at an angle over her buttock and around her. ‘When I was 12, Serena mysteriously acquired a great deal of money, and put it aside for me. She sent me to live in a monastery and be taught there, because she had realized that there was nothing more she could do for me. I spent several years among the monks, learning all that they knew, reading any book I could get my hands on, mastering the languages… ‘Then, when I was 19, Serena took sick. I received a frantic tear stained letter from one of the girls, begging for me to return. As the.