Still, she couldn’t possibly think she could approach me with vulnerability and openness if she had mistreated the Lady of Oak Leaf. For that matter... she was our advocate, not a prisoner in her own right charged by the Lady of Oak Leaf, so she must not have abused my mother’s vulnerability.“No, I have not heard,” I said.“Oh, fuck. Lord Oliver didn’t tell you? I am so glad I chose not to wear the lover’s gown: to sit here in that, tell you my fantasy, and then have you reject me would be more. She would meet the others soon. This would just be a silly panic, a needless trifle. He did not have the courtesy to knock. What would it matter if he had? They were all gone. All the players. Their revels ended. All those simpering artistes that might protect her. He knew that. She rose grandly and leaned against the table, gripping it from behind. He was unnaturally tall, this she always remembered, and he had the darkest eyes she’d ever seen. When he advanced on her it was supernatural, like. But she was one of those girls whose sense of fashion , her girl next door looks makes Ashley a very pretty and fuckable girl. She could see that I was wearing headphones, so she gestured me to take off my headphones and approach her. I had never really had a conversation with Ashley, nor did we go to the same school. I was just vaguely aware of her around the house. I knew almost nothing about her, despite our living together for two years. Thus, I got off the bed and approached her......I. She smiled, but it wasn’t her sweet smile that I was used to, this was sultry, seductive, naughty. She leaned in and kissed me. We kissed softly, lips parting, tongues dancing together in each other’s mouths. I moved my hand to my shaft, and pushed the tip away from me and into Em’s soft mid section. The contact felt wonderful and brought Em back to reality for a second. She broke off the kiss but kept eye contact. “Let’s try this again.” She said. She looked down, closer to her target this.