And...forfree?"Hm...for me? You mean for you, since you're buying it for me, right?" Ugh..." Brad sighed. "Right, anything for you, princess." Fucking...gross, dude." So we have a deal, right?" my stepbrother said, his voice giddy withexcitement."I don't understand why you're so dead set on going to prom. To behonest, it was super whatever." ...but?" Brad said hopefully."...but fine." I sighed. "We have a deal."* * * * * * * * * *"What are you doing in there? We're going to be late!" Brad yelled. One guest who didnt feel me up too much was younger than me, about 25,latin american in appearance and dress, but cultured. He only danced withme and seemed to see into me, seeing me for the playfull, sensual womanthat I had become. His name was Jose, and he worked for one of thebiggest banks in South America, or so he told me. He was in the area andhad been invited by the drug lord.Darkness soon surrounded the land, and my dance partner was forced torelinquish me for some of the other guests,. I was three. Rudolf was 10.Now I am 40 and it is 1905. It has turned chilly. At the beginning of November there was a Gala for Alfonso XIII. A royal visitor from Spain! He’d just been on a shopping trip to London, looking over the available princesses. It turned out he’d found one. The performance was the customary melange: the first act of Lohengrin, parts of acts one and two of Lakme and some ballet. He looked as bored as I felt.It had been no surprise when I received a card inviting me “and. I grabbed a towel to hide my growing erection, and I guess at that point she noticed the shower wasn’t running anymore. She turned around and looked at me. She made no effort to cover herself, and looked me up and down.“Looking good there Cole” she coyly said to me. I looked down and saw that I was almost fully hard and the towel wasn’t doing much to hide it. At that point I was shocked and abashed that she was legitimately hitting on me.“Dana, what the fuck?” I tried to get pissed and ignore.