Now she actually laughs at me. My only consolation is knowing that half the time she's so wet, it's dripping down her legs. Of course, she's seeing so...eone who can fix that for her.Peter comes in, waves at me and heads up stairs. He might as well be a girl when it comes to grooming so I got at least another hour to wait.Jessie's not pregnant. The thought comes to me again from out the blue. It hits me every so often. I'm not somebody's father. The thought's so relieving, I practically wet. It shows that I am princess."Jewel could look about fifteen when she wanted to, and this seemed a good way to keep the king off balance."Yes. Yes, of course. Tell me, my dear, how does this castle of mine compare with your home?" Oh, this one is much, much larger. Our castles are not made of stone." Jewel parried his questions somehow, and with adroit remarks got him talking about himself and his duties as King."... And that is how I settled that dispute," he concluded an interminable tale. "Wanna compare?" she asked, running her index finger across the palm of his hand. Joshua almost spit out the mouthful of his beer. He had to calm down in order to swallow."You mean?" Let's catch a cab and go to my place," she hoisted her short strap purse on her shoulder.The ride wasn't as far as he believed. He thought she lived in the distant suburbs but she had a large expensive apartment near the downtown area. All the time in the cab she held his hand with their fingers interlocked. He. I honestly thought that after a few days things would go back tonormal. I would enjoy being 'dominated" and told what to do like a "goodsissy". But it got way overboard and I let myself get in too deep.I'm sitting here on this bar stool with shaved legs covered in nudepantyhose, 3 inch black pumps with a little peek-a boo toe, Pink Polishedtoe peeking out. Wearing a skirt and blazer a "working girl" outfit.Pale green skirt with a matching blouse, with an open collar, small littlesilver.