None of the maids were nearly as bountifully gifted as your wife, but seeing them was always a good reminder of how incredible looking your wife reall... was. Felicity was probably the best of the head maids for that, as most Nekomi were more lithe in figure, and she was no exception. Standing at only 5'3, the girl had only B Cups to her name, and her figure, while not mistakable for that of a man's, left a decent bit to be desired.Without another word, the 19 year old maid began making her way. 'Shuffling a bit to settle himself, Harper relaxed as much as he could, taking long, deep breaths. Through his sights he could see the Chosen One sprint out and start to tumble, obviously spraining an ankle at the least. Behind him the page Jason rushed over to him and lifted him up to lean on his shoulder, with some of the Knight's armour over the other shoulder.Around him the only comment was Ginger's 'Shit. Well, we're pretty much screwed then.'With a grimace Harper started counting the. He was the bane of her existence, infuriating and intractable. He was impossible to work with, withheld information until he deemed it relevant, and was constantly criticizing her wardrobe, her hairstyle, and her ability as an FBI agent. So, why was she standing here, fighting to remember to breathe with every syllable that he uttered? Why was his voice making things dark and primitive curl low in her stomach? Why was she struggling not to turn around and face him?“There is something. "I was too young then to know it is never good news when a woman says, 'We need to talk.' Are there any four words in the English language that will strike greater fear into a man's heart than those four? A guy says to me, 'We need to talk, ' I know I owe him money. But you never know what the hell is going to happen when a woman pulls that on you.In my naiveté I said, "Okay."She didn't take my hand as we walked. She led me out to the quad where we could sit on one of the planters. "Mike," she.