Randahl, I'd like to speak to you."Oh, shit. What did Adams think I'd done now? "Yes, sir?" In my office, Mr. Randahl." Oops, this was serious.Once in...Adams' office, he sat down behind his desk and just stared at me. He was trying to psych me out, but I'd been through this enough times to be able to just stand there and stare back at him. Eventually he must have realized intimidation wasn't working."Mr. Randahl, I thought I'd warned you about your behavior but you chose to ignore me and. You never faulted them for it, coming from a poor peasant farming background, they already had enough mouths to feed when your youngest sibling arrived. The tower would offer you a better chance than they ever could. The journey had been long and the study hard, made even worse so when you hit puberty and your tutor became jealous of your young body. You had blossomed into womanhood, with an athletic body honed from a physical training regime and a full bosom to rival the bustiest wench. Your. When I re-enter the living room he’s in pyjama pants and a grey t-shirt, finishing the bed-making job I left behind. ‘Do you have everything you need?’ ‘Oh, yeah,’ he says. ‘Thanks again for everything.’ ‘Sure,’ I shrug. ‘What are friends for?’ I turn and am just about to leave the room when he says, ‘Haley?’ ‘Yeah?’ ‘Come here for a sec.’ I go over and perch beside him on the edge of the bed, our knees just barely touching. ‘How are you?’ he asks. ‘Good,’ I say again. I thought we already. She moaned as he did so, the sweet sounds of angels egging him on as Tom pinched the ripe buds. Meticulously he played with her breasts, Alice’s need illustrated by a continuous series of faint whimpers as her hips bucked towards him slightly, involuntarily, from his ministrations. ‘Tom—’Alice started, voice trailing off suddenly as Tom’s hand moved from her breast to cup her hot pubis. Smirking down at her, green eyes glaring up at his taller frame, Tom ran his nails lightly along her hip,.