"They seem fearful, I wonder why." I did not look to either side, but I guessed that both of them were giving me that look again.Ok, dumb comment.Five...minutes later, a man wearing a hooded cloak came out, he had a slight nimbus radiating from his head. I dismounted and offered my open hand to him."I'm Lord Charles, I wish to speak with whomever is in charge regarding a lost apprentice."He was about my age, bald, and was covered by his cloak. He did look unsure, that much I could read."I come in. "Tell you what," he said. "Let's play a game." He let her go, set down the camera and went rummaging around on his bedside table, leaving her to wait in trepidation on her knees. Moments later he returned with two items – an alarm-clock and a bottle clearly marked 'anal lubricant'. "Here's the deal," he told her. "It's four thirty-one, see? I'm gonna give you till four thirty-five to get me off any way you can. You manage it, your ass is safe. If not..." He brandished the bottle in her face. "My mind was a blank."Just then, he pulled up in front of our house. Instead of getting out of the car, he turned to look me squarely in the eye. "Then how come you were looking at my crotch?" he asked."I wasn't... I... I..." I know you've had a lot on your mind since Dad died," he said."Why don't we talk about it inside?"I bit my trembling lower lip as I stole another glance at the bulge packing his jeans. I knew what had me hot and bothered, but I'd figured that Danny had plenty of beautiful. That’s how we first met, actually—she joined the university fencing team with me during our second year of college after transferring from overseas. The guys and the girls competed separately but trained together, and I’m happy to say that I fell in love the very first time Sonya jabbed her foil into my breastbone. She beat me without giving up a single point, then tore off her mask and shook out her long, wavy hair.“You’re really good,” she said, further charming me with her adorable.