“I know we have plans for Turkey Day this year, but Kellie invited me to her dad’s house, and …” I knew this day would eventually come. Brando... and Kellie had been seeing each other since they met in a sociology class last winter term. She was a cute girl with a bubbly personality, and Brandon was totally smitten with her. Since both of her parents lived nearby, they saw lot of each other over the summer break. In fact, I liked having Kellie around as often as she was here. She was a sweet. ’ She thought about it and said ‘You owe me, pay up boy.’ Happy was I cause I knew that this would contradict the divorce in a guaranteed way. I had to do this quick enough, so I asked my legal team to negotiate the process on my behalf. Oh yes, and one more thing, they were Caucasian. ‘This outah be interesting’ she thought out loud. Okey, this actually got interesting for real. So like I (the groom) was not suppose to say anything during the process right! So herself (the bride) and her legal. “Your home is within Eastmarch and is claimed by the Jarl of Windhelm as his territory. Do you swear fealty to him?” I yelled back at them.“We are mages. We owe no fealty to any Jarl.”“These banners show that I am not any Jarl. I am the High Queen of Skyrim. Do you swear fealty to me?”“Why should we? We are powerful mages! We took this fort from the Stormcloaks! It is ours, and ours alone. Begone now, before you face our wrath.”I glanced at Lydia. “I believe that was the wrong answer,” I said. “Master,” Lisa whispered. All too clearly, she could see the image of him this morning, that look of sneering disregard. It had repulsed her then, as it still repulsed her now. Yet at the same time, it enticed. Between her legs, Lisa felt herself grow damp, as her body ached for Master’s touch.“Ah, there we go,” said Alicia, “you’re already on the path.”“No,” said Lisa. The protests rang hollow in the face of her need.“Yes,” said Alicia, as she reached up to stroke Lisa’s cheek. The touch was.