“Well, it is my name, after all. I think you’ll find that I’m not as stuck on the whole title thing so much as others are, especially since ever...one knows me as the Dragonborn. Don’t get me wrong, I’m very much in charge of this band, and of the others that you’ll meet in the future. But a certain ... informality ... isn’t necessarily a bad thing.” I stretched a bit, arching my back and thrusting my breasts out.“Didn’t you get enough at the Temple of Dibella?” an amused Lydia asked.“You ... you. "Trying not to sound too whiny I added, "Yeah if I'm that good whywould you still think about being with her?" Babe we were together for two years and I like her."With finals creeping up I had to focus on my big instrumentalcreation, it was the drums that I had the most difficulty with. Thebass, keyboards and guitar were easy but drums, whoa that was a wholedifferent kettle of fish. I had lessons as part of the curriculum butthis was different, it had to be perfect or it was going to wreck. They helped define her to her. They provided aspects to her life that embellished all others, as a lover embellished, as a child, a husband. From her vantage she could assess members of the crowd as each entered. The Bartender acknowledged her, but nobody introduced themselves. This was the big tent, and all knew it. She was in her blind, having her last Scotch, when he walked in. Her scan fixed. He was armed. In a prior life she covered the door of an after-hours club in Iowa. The Club offered. But that might have been a bit too much for the first time. (I assume that it was the first time you had done anything like this?) So I settled for blindfolding you. Besides, I wanted to hear you beg me for more and cry out as we had sex. I stood up and looked down at you spread eagled and helpless, and suddenly I realised that the game had changed. So far you had made all the rules. You had led me by my cock. But now I was calling the shots. Sure I was going to give you what you wanted, but we.