As I stood there teetering on my toes, I allowed my hands to contact the metal of the doors to steady myself. The steel was cool, and colder than th... air in the room around me, and I guessed that the room the other side of the door was refrigerated and set to the correct temperature for the wine. This made sense, very good sense, in particular if he enjoyed food as much as I was beginning to appreciate, he did. I left the door and moved back to the lounge, where my enquiring eyes, were. I never crossed any boundaries and remained as a casual neighbor. The lady is from a regular middle-class household that is very averse to any deviation from family values.I believed that I shouldn’t push my luck and was in no hurry to make her body mine. I knew that if I could succeed, it will take me a lot of time and that I have to make her take baby steps in this direction.Moreover, these steps should feel natural for her, and she should take these steps on her own will.I kept praising her. "Majesty, Queen Merala," he began, givingme my title. He had a written document with him and he started to readit. Its beginning words were full of flowery phrases but I knew by hisface that something was terribly wrong and after the first sentence heput it down."Majesty, I must offer my apologies. I have been here about ten yearsnow and in that time you have always extended me the greatest courtesyand respect. In turn, I have tried to act as an honest and sincereintermediary between your. She had tried to teach her two sisters her almost magical trick in milking but they were uninterested in such boring details and continued to discuss matters like cloth for sale at the market or the best place to buy a new bonnet for church on Sunday.Millie liked to work with new cows and her father would “loan” her out on milking duties to his drinking buddies providing he would be excluded from the necessity of buying the next round for the room. Poor Millie was not quite certain why she was.