I unzipped the leotard eased it off her shouldershelped to get her arms out she gasped as the suit parted from her breasts theopenings dragging her br...asts out until they slipped free.Whilst she showered I collected some shaving materials fromthe bathroom I would have to make do with my nail scissors for I wanted toremove her pubic hair as soon as we had eaten.She came from the shower all glowing and naked you can wearmy throw I said it still laid on the bottom of the bed. She slipped it. We did this fairly often, all under the covers, Sarah in the middle curled up with Jake and me on the other side.The conversation had stopped about 10 minutes ago and we had settled into the movie. For the the life of me I can't remember what it was, we would choose something random from a huge library he had on his computer, but I guess the movie doesn't matter now. What I do remember is feeling bodies moving next to me. Hearing them kissing, passionately.I tried to ignore it. Pretend I was. "Then I realized the office was business casual so I did not have a suit. Where could I take her, and how was I going to pay for dinner? I did have my house money set aside, thinking about it I decided taking Angel out to dinner was more important than buying a house.Before I could speak, Angel said. "Good, I'll pick you up in an hour. I know this nice little Italian Trattoria."Seeing the worried look on my face, she continued. "George, I invited you on a date. Don't worry about a thing; I'm. ”“Sioux, I may have been declared King, but I don’t accept the Divine Right of Kings, so I’m not Your Majesty, Your Highness, or Your Grace. I’m still Grant. I don’t even like the idea of Lord Maxwell, as I don’t intend to lord over anyone. I don’t want a grand palace or a court of fancy worthless ne’er-do-wells and women who have nothing better to do than gossip. And one last thing, my home will never be called Maxwell House. Now, give my family my love, I’m headed to bed. Oh, one last thing,.