‘Oh! You startled me… What are you doing here?’ I could feel myself getting nervous, my stomach had started fluttering, even after he’d moved ...his hands away. ‘Rain is coming.’ ‘Is William still away?’ ‘His mother is ill. He won’t be back today.’ ‘I’m sorry, if the music is disturbing you… I can stop, if you like…’ ‘No. It’s beautiful. Please, continue,’ he sat on the sofa. I resumed my practicing, but I was growing more nervous, feeling Olu’s eyes burn into me. My fingers started to tremble,. I studied in a reputed college, and the heroine of the story is Anita.When I was in my third year, sixth semester, she took one subject for me, at that time she was not married. Her assets: she is dusky in complexion with an exceptionally healthy, shiny skin and a long luscious head of dark, well maintained hair, she has a 34B sized boobs but I’m sure they’re supposed to be C cups but anyway that’s what she wears, I don’t know her hip / waist size. She is slim with the right amount of flab on. I picked up the candle, and holding it about a foot above her breasts, I let a couple of drops of wax fall in the center of her chest. Her eyes and mouth both opened wide as she drew in a deep, sharp breath. I caught her eyes with mine, waiting for her to speak, but she didn’t. I paused a moment, then asked “What color?” She indicated Green, then I leaned over, kissed her lips, and said “That’s my girl.” I continued with the wax, slowly moving down the center of her chest and stomach, filled. When Jean had visited the King after his trip to Scotland, the King had rewarded him heavily and felt great respect for the older knight.However, his uncles and advisors, who held the real power in France, cautioned the King to avoid hearing Sir Jean’s petition. They were worried that having such a high-profile matter could be a major scandal and hurt their desire to press the war with the Flemish. They advised him to delay the case until Sir Jean ran out of money and went home.As time passed,.