“Damn, who is that?” She thought opening her eyes. All ofa sudden, someone had turned on the tap at full blast.“Maybe they will leav...e,” she thought closing her eyesagain.He slowly stooped down to look under the stalls. He sawher white shoes and panty-hosed ankles sitting in the farstall. His nature began to rise as he looked at her. Heslowly stood up and carefully walked toward the laststall. He made sure to walk close to the wall, so thatshe wouldn’t see his feet. " Don't cloud the issue with the facts. I have to live with this, you don't. It's your fault." Yes, dear."They lapsed into silence, Alistair shifting Elyssa so she lay with her head on his shoulder. He softly stroked her hair."You know, there's one thing I like about being the King." Only one?" Well, one I can think of at the moment. It means you get to leave your hair down." I'll never understand why all noble women have to wear their hair shorter than the Queen, or at least pinned up. I hear. I sighed heavily, "Sure, Mum," I finally agreed. She kissed me on the cheek and then went into the summer house.I, myself, was about to go in when all of a sudden a cloud of thick mist swept across the sea towards me. All I could see all around me was thick mist. I couldn't see the house, the car, nothing. My heart was pounding like a set of African drums against my chest as I was starting to feel a bit scared. I know I shouldn't because I was a man. A seventeen year old man. Suddenly, I could. Gillian understood how blessed she was by the Academy education and held no grudges. She focused on her career and finding a life partner with a balance of power and affection she desired in a spouse. Gillian was very selective of her social and intimate partners. She knew that once intimate, her smitten admirer could not find a better lover and would not stray. She found what she was seeking. She married the rising young executive of an international business who was being groomed to one day.