He glanced up at the Princess. His orders listed her as nineteen and Rornick guessed that the young woman standing next to him was that age, give or t...ke a year."Let's see. You were kidnapped fourteen summers ago." he began. "Well, that certainly explains why you seemed more than a little testy earlier. Your parents are King Chonar and Queen Elanna of Tomandia. Does any of that sound right to you?" "Yes." sighed the young woman in obvious relief. "That's correct." Rornick relaxed and sighed.. Ten minutes to worry about what was going to happen to her tonight. Ten minutes to wonder if she should be embarrassed or excited by the thought that, maybe tonight, she’d get her wish and he’d fuck her. He owed that to her, after all.Ringing the doorbell at 8pm sharp, she waited nervously for him, fiddling with the hem of her cape. This was a bad idea. What was she thinking? Still, when the door swung open and Lex gestured her in, closing the door behind her, she gave him her best smile, even. As soon as the son of a bitch gave her the ticket, she drove directly to the motel, parking her car in the shadows off to the side, then walking carefully along the rows of rooms, searching for Beth's station wagon.She spotted it! She spotted it parked alongside Greg's beat- up old sedan. Her heart leaped in relief until she looked across the way and saw the Cadillac.She stepped into the shadows and studied the Cadillac. Roberts was in it, waiting patiently. As he lit a cigarette, Charley was. “Let’s enjoy the evening and forget everything else.” The butler arrived with the entree and soon opened a lovely red wine to go with the main course. While we ate, we talked. I used every technique I knew to get her to talk about herself. It seemed that she had taken over the reins from her grandfather, not her father, who apparently had no head for business. She had graduated top of her class at Harvard but had no opportunity to study further due to the grandfather’s demise. As I had.