"I wish Will would have taken my pussy cherry. I can't wait to have a nice dick pushed deep inside me."Silvie's father, Greg Hargrove, was just walkin... through the living room door when the comment drew his attention to the sofa. He saw a foot, a small foot, and knew that it had to be Silvie's. He had gone to the dentist just before lunch and decided to take the rest of the afternoon off from work. When he walked through the kitchen door he could hear the television blaring loudly in the living. Robert waited, sitting on the front edge of a cane-bottomed straight chair, until Mr. French appeared and slid the doors closed behind him, looking quizzical."This is a surprise," the older man said as Robert stood to take the offered hand. "You brought the receipts yesterday. Did you forget something?" Yessir, kind of, sir, uh huh, yes. I did," Robert said, resuming his seated position at Mr. French's gesture and trying to quiet his belly. "I wanted to talk to you." He straightened his already. I bought her half of the house. And when the divorce was final, I thought that was it.But I missed her more than I ever dreamed. I dated but found all the women so much less than Clair. I began to realize what we had had together. And then I would get angry all over again. Why had that bitch played so fast and loose with what we had. Obviously she didn't feel the way I did.One Saturday morning about six months later, I was taking care of household chores when the doorbell sounded. When I opened. She thought of what those rough men might be like, rough and smelly, different than the polite dukes and barons she had to dance with. She imagined they might have the rough hewn looks of her bodyguards, but without the shiny armor. She imagined her bodyguards, minus the armor, instead wearing weathered leathers and with their faces looking more worn and rugged. Barellia had not been too sheltered in her life. She had on many occasions gone to parties or outings with groups of young Nobles,.