The King slumps heavily in the chair I created for him, still white faced as we move closer, and I kneel before him. Looking Into my eyes he says, I o...dered my wizards, clerics and all who had any magic to scribe for the Prince. Could we all have forgotten that no ceremony proclaiming you Prince had occurred? Looking into my fathers face for the first time that I can remember I say, If the gods wished it. Perhaps it was to answer many prayers not just your own. Justin still shaking says, I had. So we had slid off the edge down into the narrow space between bed and wall, me with my back against the flat worn carpet. It was pitch dark and dusty and claustrophobic down there, reminding me of long-ago games of hide and seek when I would push to the back of a closet behind the tight layers of clothes. Cindy had sprawled herself awkwardly over me, her long hair tickling my thighs, and focused her loving, determined attentions on my groin.Eventually it had worked, as if Cindy would ever be. And Chantal Warriner was perfect in every way. She had graduated three years ago from Beachville Academy with a perfect 4.0 grade point and had been accepted to Harvard. She had graduated a year early with a degree in art history and had found the perfect job, managing a museum in France. That was where she had met the perfect man, Jean-Claude and she would become his perfect wife in just four months. Everything was perfect. She hopped out of the car and smiled into the bouquet of roses that. The day she joined in the office , she sat with all our colleagues in the lunch/ cafeteria. She just sat next to me , and started the conversation of me and my family. I was bit apprehensive in taking to ma’am, but she eased out. My smart phone was in the table and just in time a message came , which automatically turned on the screen light. My wife and my k**s photo was there in the wall paper and ma’am saw it. She asked me to see some other pics of my family, which I did.Then ma’am, made an.