Coffee cups were cleared off first. I offered to help clean up, and over dirty coffee cups and fingerprints and smudges on the table, we began to talk... She was 44. I was 44. She was divorced with two children. I was married with one child. She was dating a man to whom she expected to become engaged. I was in a marriage that was far from ideal, lacking in intimacy and communication. We were of two different ethnic backgrounds, two different faiths, and yet we shared many of the same basic. Seemingly against her will, the Queen found her right leg bouncing up and down in time with the notes. A strange sound was heard. It was her, voice unconsciously mimicking the melody. Part of her wanted to stop. It was embarrassing. Another part..."Catty."She looked up. Far had stood, the other three of her soldiers, companions, friends, still seated near her. And he had used her name. Not "your Highness", but..."Should we try dancing with the primitives, Catty?" His voice was a smile, his face. He bit my tongue gently. Adam trailed his tongue down my jaw, licking down my neck. He kissed my collarbone tenderly, and then continued down to my now hard nipple. He flicked his tongue over my nub and I shivered with pleasure. He sucked at it softly, biting and licking. Adam continued down to my jeans and I bit my lip as he un-did my pants button. He bit down on my zipper and pulled it down with his teeth, sending more shivers down my spine. Off with my pants. His hand went down my briefs to. "Come in, please," I said as I gestured to the confines of my small office.She moved past and took a look around before announcing that she would need the use of my desk for her work."No problem," I responded.I moved the picture of my parents and the small desk lamp off to the side and gestured to my chair."Please, sit down. Would you like a cup of coffee? It's fresh."She looked at me and gave a slight smile. "Yes, please, that would be nice." Milk, sugar?" I asked. "I have both if you like." A.