I would have drowned or been crushed by the weight of water had I been exposed to Petrova’s shower. Perhaps as a result of these twice-daily ablutio...s the Lady Petrova was sweet smelling. She used no perfume but that produced by her own body. She treated me as if I was a person of consequence and not a freak of nature. Such consideration was unusual among the courtiers most of whom treated me as if I was a performing animal. The Lady Petrova and I had many interesting discussions particularly. Part One: PrologueOver the months her rejection festered inside him like a growing sore, Rejection! Who the hell did she think was to rebuff him like that after those very expensive nights out, all those drinks dinner and cabaret should have given him at the very least a good French kiss or maybe even a blow job to start the ball rolling before he began inducing her to partake in other enjoyable activities, but only on the last date had she invited him in for ‘coffee’. It was near the end of the summer and we still had a couple of hours of sunlight left on that Monday evening. Emily is an engineer, like me. We had been thrown together on a problem at the factory and had to attend a meeting the next morning. We had traveled together before, but not by ourselves.We were used to coming up as part of groups of four or more people. We hurried to the car rental place, for we had yet another hour of driving ahead of us. On the way, we talked a lot. Mainly we talked. Two things happened as I caught Cindy's hand. First, we both felt the spark that seemed to snap between us as we touched. Second, Cindy turned and spun under our lifted hands, ending up with her body right next to mine."Are we dancing?" she asked."This is a good song for dancing," my wife answered. She laughed as she grabbed Cindy's other hand and pulled her away toward the dance floor. My wife later said that she saw the attraction between Cindy and I, but she was not attempting to separate.