High school. The first time I became almost entranced by her approach, the change in her tone, body language and spirit. And I granted that request at...once though I couldn't tell you the particulars of that charter appeal, just that signature approach. I do remember the mini skirt she'd worn that Friday. Just high enough to keep me on pins and needles, low enough to get by the school dress code. They'd check the girls with wooden rulers, measuring it out, wooden paddles at the ready for the. "Your Royal Highness is in serious need of several lessons. Clearly your tutors were not permitted to teach you these lessons, so you will have to learn them the hard way. You might as well know that I am leaving your service soon, because I've got cancer and may not survive the treatment. So I have nothing to lose. You, on the other hand, are in serious danger of losing everything. I could quite fancy going down in history as the man who murdered the last royal princess."The look in his eye. Her heart-shaped face was covered with freckles. She wore light makeup, and an Atlanta Brave's baseball cap, with a tuft of red-ponytail protruding from the back. A faded grey t-shirt that was definitely way too small, which only made her boobs seem that much larger, jeans and pink, platform-style flip-flops, adorned with daisies.My eyes stayed fixed on her breasts longer than they should have, because her height put them directly in my "line of fire"."Yes, I did, Officer..." I stammered,. "Belinda, this is my best friend Peter Masters."The blank face of the girl turned into a frown. She still said nothing, and glared at Peter as if he was a piece of dog-shit that she had found on her shoe.Peter too was no longer smiling in welcome. He finally spoke, hesitantly and with none of the normal lively tone in his voice."Hello, Belinda, how are you keeping?" Don't you 'hello Belinda' me, you bastard! I hoped I'd never see you again in my life!"The expressions on Mark and Claire's faces.