He was incredibly good looking.The date was like something in a fairy tale. He had knelt and handed her a dozen roses when he had asked her to the Pro.... That night, he looked like a prince in his custom-fitted tuxedo, she felt like a princess in her hand-stitched ball gown. They had danced every dance together and they were voted the king and queen of the Prom. When the dance ended, Jer had helped her into his car and driven away, like a princess in her carriage.After, when she didn't want him. And I really thought it was; a riot of colourful flowers and foliage. I'm not sure what she initially thought, but she realised after looking at me for a second or two that I was sincere and her face lit up with a smile.She said, "Why thank you kind sir,"She spoke with the lilt of the local accent which I have to say I find very sexy.I replied that it was my pleasure and walked on to where I had parked my bike outside the newsagent's and pedalled off home. Yes, you do have to pedal an electric. “I too find this decision by the king concerning. As a knight and the Royal Adjudicator, I am bound by my orders to deliver this warning, but I agree that this issue should be settled with conversation. I will pass along your request for an audience to the king, but I cannot promise anything, and I suggest you do nothing to exacerbate the situation.”“Thank you, Sir Berholm. I appreciate it.”Three days later, Cyrilo’s request for an audience was granted, and she, Sophia, and Alexis journeyed to. Though a little embarrassed for the moment, Elizabeth didn't really give a shit, hell if she could feel like this every night she just might go for it."Uh, Ray?" She asked as she sat up, where the hell am I and though I know why we are naked, exactly WHY are we naked?" Well," Ray started, then suddenly saw almost exactly what to say, "It seems you came over last night, apparently what we had at the office wasn't enough. When you showed up, you seemed almost possessed, damn near tore my clothes.