’ I reply, ‘Would hate for your beautiful skin to be harmed, I’d be willing to rub some on you in exchange for directions.’ I turn and our eye... lock. We stand there for what seems is an eternity, not saying a word. Our eyes are having all the conversation that we need. Without a word, you walk over to a reclined lounge chair, laying the towel down, then laying face down on top of it. A moment later I’m sitting next to you and slowly begin to rub lotion on your back. Begining at your lower back. I say this, even if it be a sin; it is good to write of the matters of men once in a while. May God forgive me, but the Lives of saints can be tedious work for the son of a bard!Rhodri op KernowIn the Year of Grace Nine Hundred and Thirty OneAuthor's NoteAthelstan is perhaps the most obscure of the old Saxon Kings. Even his origins are shrouded in mystery. He was the son of Edward the Elder, grandson of Ælfred the Great but his mother's identity is not known. She is described simply as a. ” Michael knew the term boy hit Alec where it mattered as boy was his slave name, “First off, Silk didn’t break her punishment last night. Second off, how I act is of no concern to you nor is how I choose to treat my slave,” He told him stressing the word my. “Lastly you will proceed in the same manner as always. Got it?”Alec swallowed hard before speaking; the word boy had definitely set him in his place, “Yes Michael I got it. I’m sorry for questioning you. Forgive me.”“No problem, just don’t. He leftthe bedroom in Kimburlee's favorite casual dress, a light sundress thecolor of poppies in full bloom, joining Daev for dinner before seeing himout for the evening. Jeorge smiled pleasantly as he watched Daev'sdeparture. Now the fun could begin for real.He located Kimburlee's bag and her phone within it, sending a text beforeleaving it to pack the leftovers from dinner. The tv flickered on andJeorge settled down before it to wait. Absently, a hand drifted up tohis chest to play with.