From there we backed to neutral corners and moved on to more beer. After round number three, I started to reach a comfort level with Steve where I fel... free to touch his leg or rub his arm. To which, he mirrored my gestures in reassurance. At some point the jokes and laughter trailed to longing glances from Steve that made me hope. I so wanted him to fuck me, then make love to me. I wanted him to show me what men did in lustful savagery, what they did on impulse."Come home with me. You need a. Marigold winced and pulled away, "Fresh piercing. Be careful." Sorry," said Thule, "I forgot." Marigold took the hand she'd pulled away from her and put it on her breast.Thule looked at her, "Little Flower, do you have some particular desire to do this here, maybe for old time's sake?" No," said Marigold, "actually, it's getting a little chilly and, as you've said, splinters are not particularly romantic. I would like to sit and watch the moon for a little while longer, though." She handed. “No worries” was my reply as I started to get up. Another opportunity arises.....Our “loo” or toilet to the uninitiated is not in our bathroom, but set aside down in our laundry area of the house. It is only down a few steps, but is visible from the kitchen doorway. It does have a sliding door (no, I did not steel it to use on my room...) to afford some privacy whilst occupied. Jude opted to not bother closing it. I gave it a couple of brief moments, sauntering my way towards the kitchen/front. To become some beloved hero that would rise up to slay the armies of the Tyrant King and fell the villain himself. To be praised and cheered for being the greatest of beings in the world... but you're not.You were an unloved villager in an unknown town living an insignificant life. You were born the bastard son of a tavern wench who was knocked up by a passing stranger one night. The moment she could, your mother abandoned you to live a life of torment at the tavern keeper's hands. Living off.