His breath is soured by drink as he licks up my neck before breathing into my ear. “Tonight. After the war counsel.” This is not unusual. However ...e usually skips such meetings. He’d rather be violent in the bed chamber than the battle grounds. No matter, this gives me time to enact my plans. He lifts me off his lap with a firm slap on my ass, his touches marring the golden paint, branding me as his to violate. The men in the chamber roar with pleasure and it goats him to draw me back by the. The fact that both had powerful fathers and socialite mothers made them the perfect pair, and while they had their arguments and "breaks" they always managed to come back together. "Benji, I thought we were meeting a little later!" "I can see that, my dear," she heard Ben say, though not in an angry tone. More in a "this could get interesting" tone. Jane was confused, since she had heard a male groan long before she had heard Ben enter the room. Next to the weight-room was the coach's office.. That was a show house during the festival and a tavern the rest of the time. The golden painted cages hung from beams and women danced and flirted and enticed patrons between shows. During the festival they would make enough money for the whole year ... sometimes.My rooms had six inch thick cork walls with four inches under the floor. I was dressing when there was a knock and glanced at the door, "who is it!"The door opened and my mother looked in, "sorry George but I have a couple of girls. .. regardless of that fact that they were both married!Three Years Ago:It was an ugly Monday with an dark overcast sky but the day itself started out innocently enough, just the normal shuffling of papers inside a DA's office. Then early in the afternoon a call came in from the sheriff's office that a murder had been reported and Shelia and Lee were assigned to the case. After a three hour trip into the country through a driving summer rainstorm they arrived at what turned out to be a.