Pedestrians on the street yelled at each other a couple of floors below. Only a jar of old mayonnaise in the fridge along with a bruised apple in a gr...cery bag separated him from the real breakfast across the street, a fast food joint which, if he hurried, would serve him eggs, sausage, and cheese all in a compact muffin for real cheap. Lately, that had been his primary source of nutrition—fast, warm, compact, and deadly. He put on his clothes and stumbled down the steps of the apartment. “Hello Mrs. Montgomery, what brings you to my neck of the woods,” I ask as I open the door.“We need to talk now,” She says as I watch her enter passing me and looking around my room,” you spend a bit when you travel?”“I like to sleep peacefully so that when I work people get what they pay for and the answer is no,” I tell her closing the door.“No what,” Claire asks confused.“No I am going to go visit our friend and I am going to tell her husband the truth about what happened,” I state and watch. I also explained that there would be punishment if she did not follow these directions or if she did not do as she was told. “Do you understand these rules?” “Yes”, she responded. I reached over and harshly pinched her left nipple through her shirt and bra. She let out a little squeal and retracted from me. “Yes, what?” “Yes, sir”. I glanced over at her and asked “you are starting to regret this a bit, aren’t you?” She quickly answered “No, sir” and that wicked grin reappeared.We arrived. Duke Randall of Earl, as she was to find out his title was, became the queen's constant companion. No one noticed the old witch, who seemed to wander by the couple frequently. Even if they had, they would have seen no twitching of fingers or runes written in the air. Mora was pleased to see that they were not, as she had thought, needed.Merilee's attitude improved and she smiled almost constantly. The young duke was a rascal. She knew that within a day of him taking charge of her well being. He.