“Got room?” Lauren asked.“Always.”“Where did you get coffee?”“Margie,” I said. “Here, have mine.”I walked over to the kitchen and ...ot Margie’s attention.“What’cha need, sweetie?”“Coffee for Lauren?”“Come get it.”I picked up the mug and filled it before I returned to the main room.“You really are a prince,” she said, passing my mug back.We ate quietly while the rest of the student’s swelled in and got their breakfast.“John, you don’t mind letting someone else stern today?”“Nope.”“I didn’t think. The Moff waiting for him with a legion of troopers behind smiled and nodded, “Mandalorian, welcome.”It was evident to the Moff that he had chosen correctly. The Mandalorian was a warrior through and through. Not a soldier, a warrior. He could see it in his stance, in his walk, in the way he held his hands, in the way he observed the situation in front of him, and in the way he spoke.“You have a job for me?”“Yes,” the man said, not surprised that the warrior was all business. No matter how many. Now. I am working in a big company having its own colony. Three yrs. back One of my neighbor was Mr. Chopra. He had a very young daughter, 18 yrs. at that time. We did not have good relations, as he used to boss around. Two yrs. back I got transferred. About 6 months back I met Ritu, Mr. Chopra’s daughter at South Extension, New Delhi. All alone I went to a restaurant, there I saw her with a boy in a cabin at a restaurant. She was getting much intimated with that boy, as I could see thru the. ..this would have to do. I returned to the couch, hot to trot. Jerome was just so brawny and beautiful...could I handle this meat market of muscle and mulatta magic? He was sitting at 90 degrees in the middle of the couch, a protruding tent in his lap. I stood in front of him, handed him the bag and stood gawking at my good fortune this weekend, going from lonely smut reader of archived gay mags and fantasy to real life action and a rustic beauty in my bed. I got up some courage, as I was.