“What’s going on here?” Palace guards armed with spears and cowhide shields marched into the bedchamber. Their leader, set apart by his blue hel...et, shot daggers at Mikha’El with his eyes. “And what in Amun’s name are you doing to Pharaoh, slave?” “Serving her as always.” Mikha’El’s flesh, once blazing hot, chilled like night out in the desert. “Service? This is blasphemy! Get out of her or I’ll drive this through your head early!” The head guard brandished his spear. “No slave shall desecrate. I close my eyes and completely relax as you have your way, kissing and nibbling, biting each earlobe. I feel you hardening under me through your thin shorts. Somehow this is the most natural thing I can imagine."God, Emma, you are beautiful." You whisper leaning back and taking me in. "You're perfect."I grin, feeling shy suddenly, "You made me this way."Without a word you stand, lifting me with strong arms, I tangle around you. You push at your shorts and they slip to the floor as you step out. I was on my way to work before anyone was up and into the office before anyone else as well. My appointment with Miles Hoffman wasn't until four o'clock, so I had almost an entire day to kill. Luckily, I had enough to do to keep me busy and help take my mind off the divorce. I had made Frank Martinez and my secretary aware of the divorce and that I would be taking some hours here and there to meet with my lawyer or other people related to the action.Normally, I would be docked the hours against. " Your highness you must get up. I have laid out a set of clothes foryou to wear", Mrs. Babcock then left my bedroom. As she walked throughthe door she turned and said, "I will be back in ten minutes. If youaren't dressed by then I will help you."I didn't want any help getting dressed so I climb out of bed, but I hadto do what most people have to do after getting up.When Mrs. Babcock, returned I was still busy with Mother Nature sinceit was my time of the month.I could hear Mrs. Babcock's.