Its tip did little damage to the thick leather hide that covered the attacker’s beefy muscles. He pulled her into the woods. Gilraen kicked and thra...hed. She felt panic growing and knew that without a doubt her mother’s loyal followers were still deep within her walls. ‘Vile wench,’ the kidnapper cursed, before releasing the Princess and spinning her around. Before she could react, his fist came down and blackness consumed her frightened mind. On the seventh day of Hrive ‘Isia The sound of. .MADDY(Almost laughing) Oh, yes, Bob, I do indeed know. You're a wonderfullover. Yes, I love that too.BOBGood. I thought so, you really seem to enjoy it, but...well, good toknow.BOB clears his throat, then pauses, gathering up his courage.I mean, OK, so times have changed...and I was thinking...so...whatif...would it even be possible....to...well.He reaches across the table to take MADDY's big, perfectly-manicuredhand.What if we got married? No, wait, I said that wrong...will you marry. Not an accusation, either, though. His cock twitched beneath the thin fabric of his pyjama pants, eager to hear more, his mouth eager to taste her Riesling and oh God, so eager to taste anything else she had to offer. She stepped closer, whispering now. “I like being watched, Jon.” He could’ve sworn that she could see his heart literally skip a beat, or four, at these words. She was watching him, waiting for...what? A reaction? His breathing changed involuntary, and he was quite sure that even. With it in my head, I set a rhythm near as I could figure out, then I changed the keyboard to half marimba and half piano starting to play and sing, while it all was going on... *Don’t Worry, Be Happy)MICHAELHere’s a little song I wroteYou might want to singit note for noteDon’t worry, be happyIn every lifewe have some troubleWhen you worryyou make it doubleDon’t worry, be happyDon’t worry, be happy nowOo, oo-oo-oo, oo-oo-oo, Don’t worryBe happyDon’t worry, be happyOo, oo-oo-oo, oo-oo-oo, Don’t.