I can’t believe it, or I might as well start digging his grave. I sit on the edge of his bed, and he comes to me, wrapping his arms around my legs, ...esting his head in my lap, and I stroke his hair. One of his hands will reach out, and I’ll take it in my own, our fingers intertwine. His thumb brushes back and forth over my palm, and my fingers stroke across his neck. He’ll sit up and go back to his desk, only to return minutes later. I lay on my side, my head propped on my hand, and I look down. Two huge eunuchs escorted the pair through two courtyards, and he looked up as they passed through the second, to where he had been taken before. There he saw the beautiful Ella peering down with a wicked smile from her luxurious quarters above, as the two approached the stairs which would take them to her. The glorious Ella had descended one flight to meet us, as was her want. My cock bulged and yearned for release as she led the way back up to her lair, careful to allow me a full view of her. Obviously, he's having problems deciding. If I was him, I'd be messed up, too. He can hang it on you, because you've got prior claim -- but you're young; it's probably hanging a bunch of shit on you that you're not ready for, and it's a slap in the face to me. On the other hand, if he unloads it on me, I can probably carry it better, but it'll hurt your feelings..." Nadine smiled wanly. "Guys are a lot simpler creatures than we are -- and sometimes we just make life hard on them. I think he's a. . ted States or In ... di ... ana?" asked the Barkeeper.Dusty at first thought was he was kidding him. Then he started to get a little upset. These actors were taking their roles a little more seriously than they should."Look I just need to get home, but to do that I first need to know where I am. So why don't you quit the fake Renaissance fair acting and tell me where I am. This is really important I need to get back," started Dusty growing angry. He was slowly starting to lose his temper.But.