Really interested.’ By now Carol was sure Anne was at the point of no return.‘My husband used to talk about American soldiers during the war here,...who used to pour honey over women’s nipples and lick it off.’ All traces of any inhibition Anne had were now completely abandoned, as she undid the lid of the honey jar and without averting her gaze from Carol, slowly started rubbing honey around each of her nipples, which Carol felt sure were becoming larger and more erect even as she slowly rubbed. Ah well, never mind. It was while I was thinking about that when I noticed the door ahead. As it was the only door I could see I guessed that was where I was heading and knocked firmly upon it. Immediately it creaked slowly open and I stepped inside. The sight that greeted me was so intense. The room was fairly large and windowless. It was, like the passageway I had just left, lit with torches attached around the great stone walls and in addition, several wrought iron candelabras each. "I couldn't think of anything to say. "I think we should go to bed now", she said as she took my hand and led me to the bedroom. We lied down on the bed, and she noticed how tense I was. She told me to go make myself a drink and then join her back in bed. She said that she would get it for me, but that she wanted to watch me walk in my new outfit. I got out of bed and walked over to the bar. I did a few shots of vodka and then made myself a vodka tonic. I then poured a glass of wine for my wife. Obviously, you are free to proceed as you please and I’m grateful that you would read any of them at all. But you will get a much fuller and more rewarding picture if you follow the stories along their natural progression. PROM is the first series, and while it is a little choppier (in my opinion) because it was my first effort, it is the main story from which the others are branched. So things will definitely be a little confusing (and surprises/themes ruined) if it is skipped over. PRELUDES.