?I’m not gay, Lady K, and I don’t think—? But Hans had reached over and slapped Montgomery’s face, hard, and it was in a restaurant! Lady Kid...eaux had just smiled.Everyone was looking, but Master Hans ignored the gawkers. ?You are a spoiled imbecile, Montgomery—I should call you Maria, you are such a girl. Lady Kidreaux has offered you her hand in marriage, should you win this contest, and you complain about the sex of your trainer? You disgust me!?Twice weekly (not counting his visits to. She quickly turned away from the camera, facing the wall and placed her palms against the smooth, sheet-covered surface, coyly concealed her lovely breasts with her forearm and stuck her hips out so that the hem of the tunic rose to reveal her rounded ass. The Photographer licked his lips and murmured “Oh, Emma, you are so… so… vibrant! So… so… perfect!” and all the time kept shooting. She brushed her hair back over her left shoulder, exposing her beautiful shoulders and back, as she flattened. Wait. That's not right... I glanced down to find myself naked save for my underwear. Shit. She's almost as bad as Emil." How the hell do you do that?" I asked, struggling to get my arms free. She just grinned at me then leaked down to kiss my jaw. I sighed, managing to get one arm free to wrap around her. She wore plain black cotton shorts that fit snugly over her butt paired with a loose grey t-shirt that was at least two sizes too big for her. I wasn't complaining. In fact I rather. My dad told me that he would enjoy that. To be honest with you it brought me closer to my dad. My mom was working long hours and still mostly nights so dad was always there for me. My dad even told me that he was beginning to enjoy me coming to the games with him. Plus he knew I had a reason wanting to go. That John kid out there is a very good football player, He reminds me of myself back in my days, Dad said to me at a game once. He certainly is, I replied with that little evil smile of my.