"Look sweetie," Braxton said with excitement as he pointed to Linda's right. "there it is, the place we've been wanting to try forever in a day... due...cuori ristorante!" "It has such a lovely name," Linda replied. "with a name like that, it has to be good... besides, these mom and pop places are always great." They quickly found their parking spot and again he was there to open her door and hand in hand, they made their way to the entrance. The door was opened by a small Italian islander. Angie was breathing lightly. She was still wearing her t-shirt and nothing else. Her soft, naked backside showed a white triangle proving she was not a friend of nude sunbathing. My stirring erection reminded me that I hadn't come myself last night - once more I had been too busy manipulating others. Angie woke at the light caress of my finger over her hips. She turned around smiling at me and planted a kiss on my lips. The noise of the shower had meanwhile been replaced by the sound of Chris. But I am 'The' Bard. I am not being boastful, merely as honest as I can be. My voice is pure. Those who hear my song will always remember it.How can I explain this to you readers? There were great singers and story tellers in Earth's history: In the 2400's ER, there was Rendorich. The 2200's brought Mortok. In the 1900's ER, there was Sinatra and Woody Guthrie and the poet Bob Dylan. A few centuries earlier was my namesake, William Shakespeare, who carried the title of 'The Bard.' Considering. My satin bath robe was slightly translucent and cut to mid thigh. As I stood in front of the mirror I thought to myself rather vainly, that it contrasted well with my tanned thighs. The contours of my breasts were vaguely discernible but my hard nipples were quite prominent. Although a little on the small side, it could be drawn over just enough to cover most of my upper body. I also knew that if the light in the room was quite bright it would be almost see though. I played with the outfit to.