Her skin was beautiful and her body was nice built.She was wearing tight jeans and tight white T-Shirt.Finally, I saw her face. It was beautiful. Next... moment I got shocked. I recognized that it was Carmella from WWE. She was one of my favourites and in top ten of my "to bang" list.Me:"Im sorry"I stood up and acted like a gentleman and helped her up.Carmella:" Its okay. Its my fault. Sorry."Me:" Nah don't be. Are you hurt?"Carmella:" No. I'm not and are you?"Me:" No. My name is Jeff by the. You would become truly a Lady!" And I would be at least a hundred leagues away from you, and see you but a few months next summer ... assuming the treacherous witch doesn't force me to marry some army officer before then! No, my love ... I would far rather remain near you!" Knowing your father and the weaknesses of the Duke, I wouldn't at all be surprised at this. But what can we do? Father Lankfred is also dead against our marriage as well, and I can easily see that bitter priest joining in. For some reason I was nervous dialling his number, don't know why, after all our last meeting at his was more than I could have hoped for.He was in and at a loose end, so said he would drive the couple of miles to mine, and join me for a bevvy, not a lot though he said, he was driving after all.So at about nine o'clock there's a knock at the door, and there is Peter, with a wry smile on his face. I led him into the living room and handed him a beer. My laptop was on the coffee table, still on. We drove out of town, in two cars, and then I parked mine in a large shopping center lot. We rode together to his home, our conversation still on the financial report while our minds were both in his bed. As we approached his home, his hand went to the clicker and the garage door opened for us, closing before I left the car.I had never been in this house before; the furnishings were those of a woman, certainly, with not the slightest male influence. Stanley was clearly henpecked; his relegation.