“Good bye, ‘Princess.’ Have a good life.”The bodyguard said, “Stop!”“No.” At that point, photographers rushed in since he hadn’t bee... guarding the door. He didn’t know what to do but tried to protect his charge. I used the distraction to leave. I had no plans to return to the hospital until long after she had left it. Fortunately, no one took my picture. They wanted the picture of the Princess.I left the hospital and had lunch at a small place where I ate frequently. I left for home. Once. Or Lissa. She seriously revs my engines.”“I know our arrangement could lead you to believe we’re pretty loose, but really, we’re very selective about what we do with whom. I’m sorry we misled you.”“Enough about this depressing stuff. Just thank you for letting me stay with you a while tonight,” she whispered. “By the way, I’m in.” I’d heard that phrase before.“In?” I asked.“For the group pose that you’re going to paint after holiday break. And I’ve got an idea.”We didn’t get any sleep in that. I don't want to attract too much attention by dressing up.”“Suzanne! You are simply stunning dressed like that. The tights show off your beautiful bum and your shapely legs, without hiding anything. Not to mention the delightful camel toe. The T-shirt with your nipples pushing against it is a delight, and the 6” of bare midriff between tights and shirt is a great temptation to caress you there. I'm amazed that you don't get raped by some of those randy uni students.”She came to me and hugged. "Not now. Too many people, too many cops, and too many cameras. Get himalone, make him beg for his life, and then kill him in his bedroom, withhis pants down." You sure you don't just want that black dick up your tail pipe?"I have come to love being rammed by Antoine until my toes curl and my eardrums pop, as much as I hate being the Mara's sex toy, but I remain incharacter, the loyal Mara spy. "I hate it. After you kill him, I wantto take on the whole hit squad, starting with you, just to.