‘Boring is the word I use, Sir,’ the lad replied. He pointed to the castle. ‘That is where I would rather be.’ I almost laughed, but covered i... by clearing my throat. ‘That is all closed inside stone walls,’ I argued, ‘you have wide open spaces and the sky. There is no one directing your day. How can a castle be better.’ ‘I would have a right fine woman, Sir,’ he said brightly. He looked to me. ‘My cousin saw her, the princess. He saw her ride in, long red hair and an angel face. You have to. He'dprobably just sit on the stool in silence for an hour, enjoying thefact that there wasn't a single voice hectoring him for being idle.He'd probably ask for even less than that; just one solitary hour toenjoy the piano before it was taken away from him forever.He tossed and turned in bed for hours, juggling these thoughts. Sleepeventually, mercifully, arrived....It was two weeks on from the party when John and a group of labourersarrived at the house. Peter met them at the door in his black. I was amazed at the change in Millie. Usually she was working and her rich brown hair was put up into a bun. This evening it fell free to her shoulders and swayed gently as she moved. She wore a pretty frock with thin straps over the shoulders leaving them bare and on her feet were strapped sandals with what I judged to be a three inch heel. As we walked into the Bar I told her she looked very lovely."Thank you, Greg. It's so nice to be able to dress up a little after so long and then to be. I’ve never had this much fun with anyone. Every glance he gave me made feel special, like I’m the only person for him. Knowing it wouldn’t turn into a relationship I decide to try to go for a fling. Eventually as the party seems to disperse I give him a smile and look at him. ‘Would you like to hit a motel and have some fun?’ I ask him and he shakes his head yes grabbing my hand eagerly. Both of us have been waiting for this. The songs went from slow and sensual to plain out sexual. The sexual.