Holding my head firmly, he kisses me on the lips, deeply this time; no more fleeting touches, this time his kiss is filled with passion, and I meet it...with my own.He breaks the kiss too soon, and leaves me gasping for air. Now he is rubbing my body with smooth, firm strokes. He rubs my shoulders, my arms, my sides, my belly. He rubs my breasts, and this time when I arch toward him, he doesn't pull away. Instead, he holds them, kneads them. He grasps my nipples between his fingers, first. ‘My lover.’ I swelled with pride. ‘Ah. The much-mentioned College. Pleased to meet you. Donna is my absolute favourite lady.’ ‘Mine too.’ Donna swatted my arse gently. ‘Be silent, hussy. You’re here purely as an ornament.’ There was a large audience and the gallery owner, called Julian, introduced the artist and mentioned Donna’s role in promoting her. More pride for me. Formalities over, the viewing began with a lot of sage nodding of heads and even more champagne. A hand caressed my arse. I. “Oh! My!” Mrs. Marvel said when she saw me before the performance. I really liked this tux but I wasn’t sure if she was on board. They had a chair in the wings where I could sit and watch the first act. “You will complement Cynthia’s dress as well as you do her playing,” she said at last. That was it. I was a side-dish to Cindy’s main course. That was fine with me. I would do my best to see that everything went well for her.I’d found out at last night’s rehearsal that the rehearsal the week. The old man was winded, his thin form seeming almost lost in the voluminous gray cloak he wore. “The two of you have been sending notes back and forth so often, it’s a wonder the bird has been able to keep up. It’s a young bird, but even young birds need rest from time to time.”“You didn’t mention this before,” Radu scowled in accusation. He had been so happy to hear from Audette – to be able to converse with her, after a fashion – that he’d jumped on the opportunity the par-falcon represented..