As he removed his robe and slid into the water, he despised the thought of leaving his cherished and simple, yet grand, Ausgeblendet Manor for the ext...emely lavish Berg Wunderschon Palace. He hated it for two reasons - the pomp & circumstance and his young, vociferous wife. The sole part he enjoyed was seeing his c***dren.Max, as he preferred to be called amongst friends, had never bargained to become head of state. He was the fourth son of the 2nd Prince, a product of his father’s second. His security concerns could eat up another three. It was still way too much free time.Traveling was even more boring than sitting in a hotel room. It was murder to sit in the back of a truck for most of a night. There were no windows so one couldn't even make up silly road games to pass the time. His social life had collapsed down to seeing the same three people all day long.Carl said, "Besides, we have to celebrate our engagement. I proposed to Jennifer and she accepted." Again?" Samantha. I had just finished sucking my seventh big fat juicy cock of the night when Mister Gamboni caught my eye as I rounded the screen wall and motioned me to come to him at the bar. As I approached my boss he held out his hand and droped a brightly colored neon yellow bundle of material into my hand.“You on stage in five songs princess, run off and get ready” Mistrer Gamboni said looking up to see where the current dancer on stage was in her routine.But ... but ... but they will all know ... they. I used to care. I used to be Thomas Knight, Lawyer. My high school sweetheart, Lily, had stood by my side through college and law school and put up with 120 hour weeks for years. We’d finally reached our time, we’d be financially secure and ready to start our family.That didn’t work out like I planned.Like we planned.At first we thought Lil was just a little under the weather but it just kept getting worse. And worse.Ovarian cancer.Once the words were spoken, it was gasoline on a fire. She was.