She had come so far and looked so beautiful with the long white feather in her golden hair. Someone, probably my mother, had lit the fire and we stood... gazing into each other's eyes. "I love you," I said in her tongue. She had said those words to me many times and I studied them, making sure I could say them properly. Elsie smiled and repeated the words to me, in the tongue of my people. It was if we were becoming one. We kissed in the dancing light of the fire, touching each other as we had so. The light trickled through the cracks of an ancient iron cast door. She wrenched it open, and shielded her eyes. What she saw next was nothing like she anticipated. This particular cave had been done up like a medieval bedchamber. Tapestries hung from the cavern walls, matched by lush and lavish woven rugs. A fireplace had been carved into the rock on the far side of the room. Candlebraums gave the place a warm, almost sensual ambience. To her left was a gigantic four poster bed made up with. I danced. I only danced. On a good week I could make well over a thousand dollars for roughly twenty hours of "work." Some of the girls made that much a day, but they were whores and I was never going down that road. Angus' honor let me feel comfortable in an environment I never would have felt comfortable with if he wasn't there. Angus is six and a half feet of bulging muscle sheathed in pale white skin. He moves gracefully. Looking at him standing still, you would think he moved like an. Embarrassed and red in the face she started to read.“I stopped at a service station on the outskirts of town, and this sexy, muscular man came up to my car and asked if I wanted to “fill'er up?”. Smiling and nodding my head, I got out of the car and went to sit on the bench beside the entrance and watch this hunk of a man wash the wind screen, check the oil and giving me a full tank. He was only wearing jeans and a tight fitting t-shirt, and the muscles underneath was clearly visible. There's.