" Of course," said the prince. "And, please. Call me Nick."Thule raised an eyebrow, "Nick?"The prince spread his hands, "It's an affectation, but one ...I've gotten used to. If it seems too flip to you..."Thule shrugged his shoulders, "I call myself 'Thule.' I would be the last to criticize." Excellent," said the prince, clapping his hands. "So, what are your questions?" Are you familiar with Sean Medeforte's program for finding his facilitators?" asked Thule.The prince nodded, "Yes. That's how. The plan was, get rid of Paul to his friends and then maybe a few hours work before she invited her boyfriend to watch Netflix and chill, well maybe not the whole Netflix and chill but some serious fooling around. She loved her boyfriend and he was good to her. She even grudgingly liked spending time with her younger brother.As she lay limply on the bed the warmth she felt towards both of these boys had changed forever – she knew it wasn't their fault and knew they didn't have a choice but when. Still, she stood up, leaving the blanket behind, and wrapped herself in the robe, smiling and thanking Richard. She put a slipper on each foot and followed Richard to the door of the bathroom, stopping to pick up her heels and bikini on her way. She went inside and shut the door behind her. On the back of the door was a full-length mirror and she quickly dropped the robe, turned her back towards it and looked over her shoulder. Her entire ass was covered in purple blotches. She reached her. Then I leaned back and said softly, "Ellie, I meant it when I told you that you don't have to do anything unless you want to. We can just snuggle together and sleep if that's all you want."I paused before adding, "It's not too late to take you home, either." No!" she exclaimed emphatically, "I'm staying here with you tonight." OK," I responded, "let's get ready for bed. I think I can make you feel really good without your having to do anything." OK," she whispered as she turned her back to me,.