I looked up lazily.A tall, muscular man was standing across from me, leaned up against thefence railing around the pool. I didn't even know how long h... had beenthere. My guess was longer than he should have been.It took a second but I recognized him. His name was James, and he livedtwo apartments over. Blonde hair, worked out, had a way of speaking thatmade him seem smarter than he looked. I had barely had any interactionwith him.I just nodded slowly at his question, fearing he may have. In my minds eye the picture was thirty years old, a fragment of a dream, of what might have been. Yes she had aged, but so, had I, and if the truth was admitted, the intervening years had not been over kind to either of us. I was heavier than I would have wished, and my hair 'distinguished' grey; her face had more 'laughter' lines and she wore her shock of white hair proudly. Her figure, slim as ever still looked good. Of course she had changed, but still somehow she had not changed."Hello, how. “We want you to have a good time and just relax”Miranda sits down in the chair next to the sofa, her hands tucked between her legs, obviously nervous. Jemma and I move over to stand right in front of her, and Jemma drops down to her knees, looking up at Miranda.“Are you ready to see this cock?” She asks, her hands making their way up to the top of my shorts, and patiently waits for Miranda to respond.“yes” Miranda responds quietly. “I’m sorry, what? I didn’t quite get that” Jemma asks,. If it is at all possible, we shall return prior to the end of your festivities. If we are unable, I bid you a good night."She swept from the room flanked by her entourage of Noble Guards to find Torbert waiting in the hall."The Symingtons seem to believe that all is well," he said with a shake of his head. "They have asked where Cruit is but we have told them he is on assignment until later this week. I suppose that is true enough. You will enter from the side door and block all exits after.