He was quite tall and towered over Almaric -who was not a small man- by more than a hand width."Baron Danthiir." His voice, Illystil noticed, was rich...and sonorous; it carried great weight even with that simple greeting. "Are you enjoying the ball?" His eyes were deep blue and met hers briefly. His words, in combination with contacting her eyes, sent a shock through Illystil down to her toes. Her throat was suddenly dry and she hurriedly sipped at her punch."Sir Quinlan, Logan." Almaric nodded. ’ Yes, I bet it did, I thought, and I bet I know what she was doing to lose concentration! Also I didn’t think ‘close’ aptly described how we were for the final year of High School. ‘So, Kevin, once of Sunderland, if you’d like to link up with Nicola, ring us at BBC…’ I had severe doubts that I wanted to ‘link up with’ Nicola. The intervening ten years had been peaceful, enjoyable. Busy, but peaceful. The same could not be said of that final school year, ‘the year of Nicola’. I still called it. She kept on pretending to read, slowly and firmly stroking her clit - barely moving her finger so as to not bring any attention to what she was doing. Her long, soft gypsy skirt rode up her bare and tanned legs. The man glanced back again and eyed her legs - possibly wondering to himself if she could possibly be doing what he thought. Sticking two fingers inside herself, she felt the warm juices gush around her. Hardly able to stand it, she moved her finger back to her clit, and started rubbing. .”“Perfect?”“Well I was gonna say ‘awesome’, but yeah, it was kind of perfect.”“Perfect means ‘without flaws’. You really think your life before was flawless?”“Well not flawless but pretty damn good. I’ll point out that it was you girls who started calling yourselves ‘the harem’, but I’ll admit it was a more accurate term to describe the arrangement of women in my life than ever before. And isn’t a harem the ultimate male fantasy?”“Was having a harem really your ultimate fantasy? Or would you.