“How right you are, Nephew. The red was much too colourful for my attire, but the black provokes an allure, do you think?” touching her hand to he...r collar.“It does so, Auntie. Colour is such a part and parcel of ladies fashion,” realizing as I said it that perhaps some visible consequence of my thought was now within her direction of sight.Not many days after, as I was about to leave for school. Auntie asked me to her room for what was by now a routine being of assistance, but at this time she. I liked what we had… have.’ ‘Had is right, there is no us.’ I heard a horn beep outside and before I could do anything, Marjorie rushed out her door, past me and through the apartment door. ‘Would you be so kind as to make sure the door is locked when you leave?’ she screamed, slamming it shut. I bound over to the door, but by the time I got it open, all I could do was watch her climb into a cab and speed off. Locking the door, I ran to my car, intent on keeping up with her and try to explain. It was wet and sloppy resembling sludge more than food. She went to lap it up but I quickly grabbed the chain around her neck to stop her. I needed to empty my bladder and couldn't be arsed to walk to the toilet a couple metres away. "Lift your bowl to your face and open your mouth. I don't want a single drop falling to the floor. Do you understand?"She nodded enthusiastically and opened her mouth wide for me to use as a urinal. My aim was a bit off and I ended up shooting my warm piss straight. ”The relief on his face was almost palpable as he looked from Kalani to me, awaiting my agreement.“I would assume, Lord Braselton, that you would not have made this long trip just because of a few parking tickets,” I said. “So if the charges are more serious and the odds of a long incarceration are greater over there than here, you have my blessings.”“Thank you, Your Majesty, Your Highness,” he said to Kalani and then me.“However, before you run back to London, Lord Braselton, perhaps you might.