After the King had exiled him, he had headed home and packed up everything of value he could lay his hands on and headed north-west. He made it to Hal...ol, the capital city of Nordland. He had hocked off what he could and then headed west for Sailfish Cove.Albert knew he couldn’t stay in Nordland, as the two Kings let each other know when someone was exiled, and they often shifted them on if they turned up in each other’s countries. He had chosen D’Jang the continent to the south-west over. The buzzer to my intercom went off a few minutes later. My apartment complex required you to “buzz” any visitors in and the intercom was a voice system that allowed you to verify who was trying to enter. I held the speak button and said, “Yes?”“Pizza Delivery for Sandy,” a voice replied.“Come on in, my apartment is down the hallway to the right,” I said in the most feminine voice I could muster.He knocked on my door in no time and I opened the door. He was a young Latino man around 20 wearing. Megan was dressed as a high born Lady, her dark blue dress had ruffled sleeves and a low neckline. Her light brown hair was in a bun with wispy curls falling down around her face. The dress fit her compact, curvy form beautifully. The full skirt brushed the ground as she spun in a circle like a child.“I love this dress,” she squealed.“It looks amazing on you,” I said. I was a tad jealous. I couldn’t afford to buy a dress like that just to wear to the Renaissance Fair.I frowned at my reflection. I reached for her thighs and slid her panties down over her plump cheeks. I followed the crack of her ass down to the dark hole tucked up between them, than down to the drops of moisture on her pleading slit.For so long I had dreamed of this day and what I would do to her if I had the chance, but things had changed, and right now I could only think of doing one thing. I pulled my hand back and swatted her as hard as I could. She jerked forward looking back at me with awe as a red print grew on.