It was drawn by snow white horses.When the stone cutter saw this, he began to feel unhappy, and he sighed: "Ah me! Ah me! If Hofus only a prince might...be!"And again the same voice that he had heard on the mountain answered: "Bethou a prince!"Straightway Hofus was a prince. He had servants dressed in crimson andgold, and for a short time he was happy, Hofus was a gentle and kindMaster to his household. Many of his servants preferred being servant toHofus. This pleased him very much.Indeed, many. She was beautiful, sensual and seductively dressed. In time we became a regular item. Since we both still lived at home, with our respective families, our time together was while we were in school, evenings when we both finished our school and after school jobs, and weekends with both of us socializing on weekends and later usually winding up in 'short stay' motels. Within the earlier parts of the relationship we discussed our sexual fantasies, she being more free about her views than I was. That day was a cool one. Drizzling rain canvased the forest as I made my way to the temple. I felt his presence close by and somehow knew he was coming for the same reason as myself. It was not long before he was by my side and matching me step for step. We walked in silence, once again not needing words to communicate. However, it seemed as though our arrival at the temple was anticipated and there was no denying the strange feeling of ecstasy I felt float through me as we entered. I jumped a. I told him that was only the beginning. He had a strange smile on his face, and I found out later just what that meant. He had a beautiful house, it wasn’t huge, his ex got the family house, but it was a three-bedroom place, with a nice basement, and a Jacuzzi in the backyard. He opened a bottle of wine, just what I needed, more wine. It was a nice mellow Chardonnay. He put on some soft music, and sat next to me on the couch. He was really close to me, pulled me to him, our lips met in another.