‘Both, I guess. You remember I mentioned Jason, our guitarist?’ ‘Sure.’ Brody nodded as he opened a cabinet. ‘Drink the juice. You like egg...?’ ‘Most times. Not sure about today.’ Ryan sipped at the juice and he watched as she bounced her leg to release some nervous energy. ‘You’ll love these, don’t worry. Now, back to your guitarist problems.’ ‘I guess I’m just not sure he’s prepared for this. I’m not sure he takes it all seriously enough.’ ‘Okay. So what will you do?’ Brody beat the eggs and. .." ?I threw away the letters. ?After a while, they stopped and I thought it was over. I began to wonder... ?What would it have been like to be at the complete mercy of a dangerous man? ?What would it have been like to have his thick cock pushing down my throat, blocking off my air? ?What would his hands have felt like, on my body, around my throat? ?Would my cunt be as wet for him as it is now? The fateful day came not long after my wonderings. ?I was home alone; everyone else was gone to. “It’s all about perspective.”A single, impudent finger followed a small drop of water falling from Xavier’s damp hair on his chest. The hand rose to tip Xavier’s chin. Grey orbs clashed with dark ones. Ayn smiled and closed the distance for a kiss.It felt unnervingly exciting to be the object of one’s desire, instead of being the main actor dictating everything. Ayn brushed their lips together slowly, and Xavier could not remember his hands moving on his own accord to rest on the other man’s. Nele's brothers filled the raised table to her right, but on Arnulf's left sat Katherine, the widow of his brother, with the Count of Nassau at her side. By ancient tradition, only kin of the Erlenburg barons sat at the raised table.Thus, when Arnulf solemnly announced the betrothal of his sister-in-law with the Count of Nassau, there was no surprise or astonishment, but certainly jubilation. The merchants hoped for easier trade with the Nassau dominions, and the soldiers were glad to have one.