When she faintly heard his alarm at half past she smiled, then lay on the empty work top a large pair of scissors, a kitchen knife-block and a hank of...blue rope that she had begged from some men working in the road some time ago, way back when she had first had this fantasy, though she had told them it was for something else of course. She heard the toilet flush and the shower running, butterflies now crashing about in her tummy, as she waited, watching the clock and absent mindedly sipping. Do your parents know that you intend to leave home to marry Professor Orville Newton, known to his parents and various educational institutions around the country, but not to himself or, for that matter my good self, as Peter Jackson, a singularly unimaginative name? He prefers, if required to use a mundane name, to be known as Phillip Bartholomew.’ ‘To use the vernacular of the lower classes, to which my parents belong, they don’t give a flying fuck what I do. They will be pleased to see the. It fit me absolutely skin tight and left nothing to the imagination. And instead of tights, I wore suntan Sheer Energy, sheer to the waist pantyhose. I was going for the full effect! So, I came out of the dressing room and saw my opponent, Eric, waiting for me. My mouth dropped- he stood there in a leotard cut even higher than mine and he also was wearing pantyhose, not tights. But the thing that really caught my attention was that he was shaved- totally smooth and if you looked at him from the. Cotaz shook his large head from side to side as if he had already pieced together what wasn't being said. 'I'm going to be attending the Majou Academy for Magic starting tomorrow,' the sour and angry looking girl said in a monotone voice; she obviously wasn't excited about it and Richard figured it was the Kings decision and not hers. 'What is the meaning of this, father? Are you seriously sending Nadia there to babysit me?' 'Not at all!' the King retorted but the Queen held her hand up in.