The third floor appeared to be much nicer that those below. The plasterwork and the woodwork were much fancier and even the floor was made of better w...od. There was a screen wall of wood just outside the stairwell entrance. The Castellan knocked on the door there."Master Teige, I've brought the Apprentices," he said after knocking."Send them in," a voice said from the other side of the wall. The Castellan opened the door, and we entered Master Teige's chamber. It was nicely appointed with rugs. Or, at the least, go up to those boys and tell them to knock it off. Leave the little kid alone.Another Interlude:I recall they day my son fell out of a tree. He was 6 years old. It was 1997.Our babysitter watched him, our daughter and a couple of other children.I was working at Merrill Lynch in Princeton, New Jersey, at the time. One of the managers came looking for me as there was a phone call for me.I never got phone calls at work. Surprised was my word that day.The babysitter was on the. She was a bit fat, had about 36-size boobs then. Still now she has the same figure. I had gone to stay overnight with my aunty and her children. she had given birth to a boy some months back. My uncle was back in Dubai where he works. That night, while I was watching TV, I realized after sometime that my aunt was sitting next to me on the floor breast feeding her baby. On seeing this, I suddenly got a bulge in my dick. Since this was my first time of seeing a woman’s breasts, I got excited n. Her bubbly, happy, wacky, ever-so-perfect personality was nothing like those bitches at school that she hung out with. When she bent down to get something out of her suitcase I caught a glimpse of the perfect ass that haunted my sub-conscious. She was the girl that one lays in bed crying, thinking about what they would do to even hold her hand. I couldn’t take my eyes off of her. I watched every graceful movement that hypnotized me into a trance I never wanted broken. She had the posture of a.