'What is it that you ask of me, my Queen?' I ask, my eyes meeting hers once more.She looks at me for some time, as if assessing me somehow. Then, seem...ngly satisfied, she stands up from her throne. As she stands, her breasts jiggle enticingly.'Come, follow me to my chambers, Jenna. We have much to discuss,' she says. I watch as she begins to walk to her private room. She motions for me to follow. Frowning, I catch up to her.We arrive at her private chambers, a magnificent room of velvet and red. I only ever had oneboyfriend and that was many years ago. I live alone in a little flatabove a flower shop and didn't get out very much. So I suppose peoplemay have been justified in thinking I was a bit of an old maid.One of the regulars in the library was a plumpish matronly womancalled Kate, who liked to give me little gifts. They were only littlethings to begin with: hankies, chocolates, a nice pen at Christmas.She'd taken a shine to me the moment I started work at the libraryand has been a. ”Back on Rehome, Trevor and his brides were enjoying their week off from normal life. Their plans included redecorating the bedrooms to suit individual tastes, but Trevor did not get to choose the master bedroom décor. All the girls wanted a say, as they would be sharing it frequently, so he surrendered. The final decision was to go with simple pastel shades for each wall of the master bedroom, allowing Trevor to have a say on choosing the shades. The carpets had been selected, but only laid. Hailed a cab and spent the next 20mins imagining how good my day would be. I won't be a tease, I promised myself. Damn, the guy is married!"Here you are," the driver said. As I rummaged my purse for my wallet, Peter opened the door and greeted me. I almost ran into my new apartment when the driver said I still had change. "Hey you. Thanks for being here," I said in my sweetest smile as I closed the door of the taxi behind me."My pleasure," Peter said. He was walking toward me and wasn't sure.