And as he stared at her closely, Ricardo noticed a flutter in her eyes behind her closed lids. And first the flutter was subtle and fleeting, but then... it returned, stronger and more enduring. Jessica’s dreamed-deprived mind was striving for REM sleep in the short hour of her nap. Ricardo did not want that. So he positioned his face directly above hers, mouth above mouth and their noses almost touching. And the he pinched her nostrils shut.In Jessica’s dream it was late summer, at the end of. I’m calling the police.”“No, wait. Don’t call the police. My poppa will find out and he’ll punish me so hard … and you don’t want that to happen do you?”“Why not? I think that’s a very good idea. That’s what you deserve.”“He’ll spank me so hard, I won’t be able to sit, and I won’t be able to come to school. And I know you don’t want me to miss your class.” Her tone changes here from pleading to be more in control. Her rate of speech slows way down. “Maybe we can work something out, you and. This may not be the story for you. You have been warned.Queen Marissa Loon lounges boredly on the throne while listening to Lord Gilbert droll on and on about the state of the Kingdom. It's probably something that she should pay attention to, but really all she can think of is the regret she feels at having killed Count Erwin instead of Lord Gilbert. Of course, Count Erwin was in charge of defending The Capital...couldn't just leave him alive after that and Lord Gilbert is one of the few people. And he walked in.As she closed the door he grabbed her, she felt all her body next to hers, he kissed her neck, and that smell of man got her hungrier, he grabbed her rough just as she thought he would. She didn`t try to turn, and he kept pressing her against the wall, and held her waist with one hand as the other started to get her parties down her legs, and open the way for him to feel her thighs and her wet hole. He told her he had noticed how she had been looking at him lately, and wondered.