The name is Mitchell Saint-Marc. A six-foot-three, broad-shouldered and ruggedly handsome, brown-skinned man of Haitian descent living in the city of ...Boston, Massachusetts. I attend Saint Dumas University on an academic scholarship. I major in Business Administration and I’m currently ranked in the top three percent of a class of four thousand. I intend to graduate with honors. Someday, I see myself as a big-shot in the corporate world. I’m twenty years old and currently in my third year of. After dinner, everyone left and it was just Shirley and I."We're home, Jack." She said.I'm no fool. I said, "Anywhere you are is home, Shirl." That was a good answer as it got me kissed. Shirley's kisses are to be enjoyed."Husband, I want to go to bed and make love with you in our new home and in our very own bedroom and bed." She said.I smiled and pulled her to me as we headed in that direction. I was a very good way to start our life in our new home.We spent the next day being domestic.. “I would love you to, but you can’t. We can’t. Not unless we got married real quick. One of the guys in there is a minister, but…”“It’s okay, Marianne,” I said helplessly. “I don’t want to spoil anything.”“And I am offering something as an alternative,” she smiled. “Something not to be sneezed at.”“I will try not to sneeze at your arsehole,” I said. “But I would like to lick it.”“Okay,” she said happily. “That almost sounds like a proposal, the way you said it.”“Do you, Thomas, take this. Last night’s spanking had not lifted her spirits. I studied her, puzzling over what worried her and why she wouldn’t tell me about it. I didn’t think it was fear of the Minotaur or fighting the knights again. She would tell me if it was that.It had to be something else, but what? I didn’t like seeing her moping. I liked her smiling, happy. I liked her walking with a bounce to her step. I liked the way she would get wide-eyed seeing something new on our travels.We were in Grahata, one of the.