I dress in strappy sandals with 4 inch heels as instructed; high enough that I am teetering for balance, a small halter top, and a very short black sk...irt with a side split and boarded my train. Even with the heels I am smaller than most other passengers. Just a little under 5 foot tall in my stocking feet and petite with long dark hair and a pretty youthful face, the 4 inch heels, only just make me a similar height to other women on the train. On the journey, the eyes of the conductor linger. “You’re a clever son of a bitch,” Caine said angrily. “You really did figure me out.”“I’m glad you noticed before you’ll die,” the Young Man said sarcastically.“How? Divinations? Omen reading? Calling spirits?” Caine asked with a probing thrust.“Everything you can think of, and more,” the Old Man sneered. Their blades clashed again and again.“All that work and you thought you’d just copy me? Weaknesses and all?” Caine asked.“Oh, I’ve corrected for your limitations,” the Young Man assured him. If you mean us getting married, that's up to you." I will happily say yes, but will you say yes as well?" I suppose I will have to. If it's a boy then he will have to be legitimate to inherit the title after daddy." Andrea, Lady Andrea. Will you marry this poor strolling player you see before you?" Oh go on then. Your honeyed words got me into bed, so I suppose I shall have to marry you now."The next morning we came down to take breakfast. I found it difficult to take the smile off my face.. Last I heard she had been taken by a black gang against her will. She had not seen that coming. She got bred like the twink in the gay porn I was watching.All of a sudden I was awoken rudely from my cock-infused daydream. Someone was banging roughly on my door. "God damn, can't a bloke even jerk off in peace?", I shouted toward the hallway. My own words scared me. Wondering if the person heard me. I scrambled to put my junk away as best I could. Spilling my beer on my coffee table. Again I.