“Why can’t I just slip into his bed?” She muttered for the fiftieth time since arriving at the Dwarven capital. “It’s like being told to run...a race with my bloody feet tied together!” Truly, she preferred not sleeping with the king, but it was certainly a longer and more difficult path.In fact, sometimes she felt as if she could go the rest of her life as Aran’s lover only and be happy with that, but that was only because of how deeply she loved him. She still had desires, and Aran could not. Even best friends don'thave to know everything that happens between a Master and his submissive. 'Pardon my manners', I said to change the subject, 'but I should have askedhow you fared on the runway Karen.' Tom put his arm around her shoulders and answered, 'A solid eight point eight,which I might add is her best score in the four years that we have competed.'His pride was as easy to see as Greg's and I could see Karen glow. 'It was nothing', Karen said, 'he didn't even paddle me!' 'Oh, no, he. Not much for sleeping around. The Barclays live out back, where your husband used to when he worked here many years ago. Don’t think they sleep together much, either.’ Her hand was tappin’ her wrist again, God, she was nervous. ‘I want to know if my husband’s been screwing the Barclay woman. I want to know how much of a slut my daughter is. I want to know if that old troll who runs this place is going to rape me sometime when I’m not looking.’ I put my hand on her shoulder. ‘That will cost a. But hey, even nice guys like me get a little fed up. We lash out, fight back and/or verbally insult with an impulsive idiocy that will usually get us into really big trouble. Though we’ll really, really feel bad about it later, at the time, vengeance is the end all be all of our existence. Strangely enough, this time I don’t feel bad. In fact, I’m pretty sure I’ll be fantasizing about today for the rest of my life. It could have something to do with the fact that I’ll never have the cojones to.