.When I lived with my parents I’d always slept naked. I didn’t see the point of pyjamas. I was sleeping on my own and didn’t have anyone to cove... up for. When I spent the night with one of my boyfriends (I’d always tell my parents I was with a girlfriend) pyjamas would just have gotten in the way. I certainly wasn’t going to wear pjs when I slept with my husband!..This left me with a little dilemma, though. I didn’t have time to wash and dress and the only other thing I had to wear was a short,. "My King," I said humbly."You may rise, Robert," she said. "You are one of the first to know. Thisevening I will be crowned as King Gerhardt." What about King Philip?" I asked, "The land can't have two kings." King Philip is no more," she said bluntly.The words pierced me like a spear - I had been the King's aide for yearsand though we weren't as close as before the royal wedding, hearing of hisdemise was a terrible shock to me."My sincerest condolences," I said, fighting my tears."Oh, he's not. He opened a door and walked in, he took of his jacket revealing a fitted shirt. he had an athletic figure which appealed to her. he moved to the bed and stood next to it.“Lie on the bed and remove your clothes,” he said. She did as he commanded; a warmth starting to come from between her legs, she was getting turned on a feeling which she longed for. She stripped and lay back on the bed her naked body writhing with temptation; she was about to lose her virginity. The gentleman looked at her. " She pulled a folded newspaper out of her purse and handed itto me and said, "read that" and pointed to a small article on the page.The article was titled "Body of homeless person identified." As I readthe article it stated that the body of a homeless person, burned beyondrecognition in an abandoned warehouse fire had been positivelyidentified through dental records as Peter Simon Simmons. That he haddied of a drug overdose prior to the fire and had apparently been livingon the streets after.