* * * It took two days to reach Corinnia – two long, hard, dusty and tiring days. By the time the donkey plodded in through the city gates, Arielle ...hought she would never feel her bottom again. She had blisters on her blisters and her once beautiful silk dress hung in rags. She looked like a peasant with her filthy matted blonde hair and she seriously doubted that the King would even recognise her any more. As they plodded along, the boy kept up a steady stream of conversation, although much. I closed the door quietly, making the sharp right turn along the corridor and into the changing room. Peering round the corner stealthily – think the waiter from Fawlty Towers trying to be a spy – I scanned the benches down either side of the room for him, but through the forest of jeans and shirts I could see no sign. If he was in one of the many cubicles I wouldn’t have a chance of spotting him anyway. Emboldened, I skulked further into the changing room. It was bigger than I thought, and. Some exceedingly talented and modest guy named Freddie created him.’ He looked at her. ‘You really believed…you thought…Honey, it’s just a movie. It’s all not real, make believe. It’s fiction. We are just actors playing roles.’ Dawn shook her head as if she was trying her best to snap out of it. ‘You’re not Devkumar.’ ‘No, I’m Jimmy Wright from Los Angeles.’ ‘I’m Dawn Haines from Boston.’ ‘Nice to meet you, Dawn Haines.’ He looked at her. ‘Tell me, are you married or involved with anyone?’ She. She looked up and moved her mouth toward me and we kissed again, deeply, hands pulling each other closely. As we kissed, I moved my hands up and down her back, then down to squeeze her ass. We broke the kiss, and continued to embrace. “Damn I need this” she said. She took me by the hand, leading me down the hall to her bedroom. Once inside her room, we began kissing at the foot of her bed. My hands were all over her body, moving from her breasts to her ass and back again. She moved her.