’ He paused for a moment and then instructed the maid, ‘Wait about an hour and then tell her I’ve gone.’ ‘Yes, sir,’ she said turning to l...ave. ‘And by the way, Miss McLaren,’ he said, stopping the maid. ‘Well done, thank you.’ ‘Thank you, sir,’ she said, blushing and bobbing a curtsey. It must be nice to have a man like that interested in your comings and goings, she thought to herself as she rushed back to her duties. Victoria was pacing back and forth in her room, wondering how long Nicholas. “Oh, you’re more than welcome. Believe me.”The innuendo in his voice was clear, even to an inexperienced woman like Lacey. But it wasn’t scary. It didn’t generate the kind of fear that things associated with men had in the past.“I’m starving,” she said.He went to get her food off the dresser. She sat on the edge of the bed.“You can eat sitting up, but as soon as I leave, you have to go back to bed,” he said.“All right,” she said.He stood, holding the orange juice while she forked eggs into her. So, she said, “ok I’m there with you, now teach me how to ride”. Without any knowledge of where it would take us to, I started virtual bike riding class for her. I was very good at imagination, so this helped me as I imagined and described, she kept visualizing the same.So, it went on and on. I suddenly said to her, “you are riding. I’m behind you and it started raining and you are wearing hot pants and spaghetti top”. She didn’t say anything I said stop the bike under that tree, this rain. I started dancing circles around Tricia, she twirled causing the tiny pleated skirt to waft upward exposing her bare bottom and naked nookie. A muscular costumed Captain America moved up to dance with the two of us, Tricia decided then to hand me her bra. With Tricia's phone on auto-shoot, I tried to record every move, but some of the Frat boys were crawling around the floor to get the Up-skirt angle.I tripped over one of the boys on the floor and fell on top of him, Tricia started to come over.