I nodded and smiled. ‘And is she here?’ He pointed to a blonde who’d been a knight, weaving on unsteady legs from the board, one of the final pl...yers. ‘If I wish her too, do I have to pay?’ I asked Andre. His eyebrows shot up to his hairline. ‘It’s a standard fee.’ ‘Very good, thanks.’ I turned and strode to the judge, placing a hand on his arm. Immediately he dropped his current conversation as the spurned witch bowed slightly. ‘The blonde one, Olivia. How much for her as well?’ The judge was. Slowly his hands traced back over the skin-tight denim fabric of his jeans, his fingers sinking briefly into the plushness of his ass.“Oh, who am I kidding…” He asked his reflection softly. The idea of being a ‘girlfriend’ to a woman like Cassandra in college gave him real pause for thought, not the nightmare he thought it would be but some kind of secret heaven for him. He shook his head a little, unable to meet his own gaze knowing the person who looked back was who he wanted to be, someone. She let go of me and I turned to face her. She had a small smile on her face, though I had no idea why, and she simply asked, “You ready?” I looked around at everyone watching us. I so did not need an audience. Doing my best to slow my racing heart, I nodded. Without further preamble, Jordan wrapped her arms around my neck and jumped.I knew I was supposed to catch her, but in that instant, I also knew where my hands would end up and I had no time to think about it. I caught her, my hands. "Why do people always do that and why do I always get so pissed? I knew I should let it go but I didn't. The game didn't start for twenty minutes so I asked Kim, "What does that mean?"Kim said, "Nothing. I just meant that your parents wouldn't miss the money you spent on me."I replied, "Because it is my money and not theirs. I give my mom an allowance and my dad works. I will try not to take offense at your implication that I am a free loader. I don't have a scholarship like some people because.