This day was not starting well. He stared at the row of romance novels on his book shelf. There were thirteen books in a row, all of them written by D...ra Whitaker. He had just sent in his latest manuscript and there would soon be a fourteenth book. None of his books had anything like this situation in them. His readers wouldn’t believe it anyway.He said, “I’m going to take a shower. Better use the bathroom now.”The twins answered in unison, “That’s okay. Go ahead.”He stood up and went to his. ” Hmm, he did have a big mouth, this Ted, I’d have to pay him a visit. Marco and I caught up on office politics and such for the rest of lunch. When I returned to my cube I had a decision to make, talk to Ted or see Eve. I figured she already heard these rumors and would be mad as hell, so I chose to talk to Ted first and then come to Eve with the problem solved. I stood and dusted myself off, straightening my shirt and rolling up my sleeves. If I admitted it to myself, I cut a striking. .The young man had an entire temporary landscape that demanded exploration, a landscape that would soon be deforested and destroyed by impending erosion. She stroked his face and the small patches of stubble that signified early manhood. Unbuttoning the rest of his top, she traced the fine hairs downwards from his chest to his navel and kissed his smooth, flat belly.Whilst attending to his belly, one of her hands strayed, grew adventurous, and followed the path of increasingly dark hair. It turned out to be the wrong cat, and he had gained areputation as a bully and cat thief.But he knew that if he wanted to be a knight, he had to keep at it. If hewanted to have the heart of a knight, he had to keep trying. And despiteeverything, he knew there was one thing that all knights did, one thingthat would proof his strength of morality and character. The ultimate taskof a knight; slaying a dragon! He asked around town, and was informed thatthe cave at the top of the mountain was home.