Come into the house and sit a spell. We'll talk about it." We went over to their house and sat in the living room. I learned in the conversation that ...t had been Doris' house before the Day. Amos had been a woodworker at a local cabinet shop and Doris had been a housewife. Doris' husband had worked at the same shop and the two families had been neighbors for many years. They were very interested in our story particularly when we explained that we had been in the White House while plans were. I watched as he looked at my wife and she was sitting there with his arm round her exposing her stockings !, I found the voyeur in me become more than a bit aroused. “I remember when all women wore stockings, they used to be so silky smooth I loved to feel them” “Do you think I might just touch your legs a little my dear?” I looked at Linda, she had never let anyone get this close before let alone touch her, as nervous as I was I was also very aroused, the flushed look on her face told me she. I was twenty five years old then and not yet King, but had been enjoying the power my title as Prince gave me over the bodies of the servant girls in my father's castle since puberty. Carrying on in my father's example, I considered the servants my property and freely used them as such. The other family trait, uncontrolled rage, was just an added perk.Helen was the fair skinned daughter of nobles, very different from the ignorant, poor servants I so happily exploited for pleasure. She was a. "I-is it over? H-holy shit."Footsteps tap about frantically, then light returns to everyone's eyes with an electric hum from above. While the members groan as their vision adjusts to the brightness, Lecia's contracting eyes returns to the fire pit, full of ash, dying embers, and smoke.She shuts her eyes, trying to refocus on herself and her fellow members."Is everyone alright?" she then asks, scanning the surroundings."Yes, all good here." That was...incredible!" C-copper sulfate! We need to be.