The valiant knight’s head who had tickled me the first time I saw him, who had made me tremble from my toes to the back of my neck, now dangled, bruised and battered, at the door of the princess whose he had struck countless times. Dropping my head on the pillow, I spread my legs as wide as I could for that large shadow to fit. Am I a warm picture, or cold? He slipped my feet over the outside of my shoulders and cross-locked my ankles behind my neck. It didn’t take him long to use my mouth, he hadn’t come here just for that. The room’s door opened and in the dim light dark shadows crept in. I tore my eyes away from his flashy equipment and looked up to realize that the shadows were staring at me, grinning. Or I could stop him, take his battering ram from his hand and lead him through the open door already dedicated to him. I smiled with little dimples in my cheeks, like a sweet lover whose ready to picked flower is touched for the first time.
