"Really, I've already put in for the Monday and Tuesday after I get back."She smiled, tears glistening in her eyes."I'll miss you, come back safe." Sh...e wiped the tears away with the back of her hand. One. She helped him pack his bags and move them to the front door of their apartment.His daughter woke up as they moved the suitcase past her door. "Daddy?" She ran out in her PJs. "Kiss me goodbye daddy." He picked her up, and she kissed him. Two."Keep the change."he handed the cab driver two. Yet as your enemies abroad retreated in bitter defeat, it appeared your greatest enemy was back home in your own court. In your absence your father's brother, Lord Frederick, an evil and ambitious little twat, saw an opportunity. He conspired with your wicked and cruel mother, Queen Freya to seize the throne for themselves. A quick marriage between them and the lack of a written will from your father gave them legitimacy among many of the other nobles, who were promised greater land and riches. I’m going to pass those out, and we’ll discuss them in class today.” She did so. We spent the rest of the class discussing them, the merits, and what made them good or bad stories. When the bell rang, she stopped me on the way out.“Mister Lewis, please do not take my remarks at the start of class as a criticism of your skill with the written word. I found it quite ... intriguing ... that you captured the thoughts of a young woman forced into sexual slavery with someone. However, this is high. The next day in drama class they started the same way, this time they were to be a plant growing not that it mattered, she tried to find a place far from everyone, off went the lights, soon a hand touched her back again, it made her shiver, she tried to move away but they grabbed her arm, "stop it" she said, "quiet" yelled the teacher again, who ever it was held her arm tight she felt the other hand slide under her top onto her tummy, she took a deep breath, the hand slid up and grabbed her.