‘I hate him. Because he stands between us.’ Gently he leaned forward and pressed a kiss to the shoulder he’d bared. ‘Even if he were not offer...ng a marriage, I am not good enough to wed princess. Not in the Queen’s eyes.’ He gently nipped her warm skin. She gasped softly, her hands reaching around him to bury her fingers in his dark hair. ‘Do not say such things…’ His kisses trailed to her neck, his teeth grazing erotically along the joining of the two areas. He moaned, sucking gently on her. I understand. It's just that I can't help but see how beautiful you are and wonder just what it would be like to be your husband or boyfriend or whatever, making love to you with soft music and candlelight in the background. I hope you'll forgive me for being so forward, but that's what I feel and think."She just looked at me for a minute with a slightly surprised look on her face. Then, very slowly, she smiled. Then giggled."Well, I guess I can dispense with the seduction process, then," she. " stammered Helen, reddening."She certainly did," smiled Phillipe innocently, the double entendre unnoticed by his sister and father, but his mother squirming uncomfortably."Did you two have a good visit?" We... uh..." Helen replied, again at a loss for words."Actually she came to have a talk with me," said Phillipe."What would she want to talk with you about?" Oh, you'd be surprised. Actually we found we had a lot to share with each other." Again the statement had a double meaning only for. Most of it is unimportant, but whenever I hear Loraine’s name I stop to listen thinking, “what has that little cunt done now?” Sometimes it’s about the party she went to last weekend and how she got smashed. Or speculation on what her and her “boyfriend” Mark were doing after school in the janitor’s closet. One day, when I was out making a copy, I heard Loraine talking to some of her friend.“What are you doing after school, Lor? Hooking up with Mark?” One of my other students, Kaylee, asked..