He moved back, leaning against the pillows, watching me as I crawled slowly onto the bed. I knelt over him, placing my legs on either side of his hips... straddling him. I leaned in closer, kissing him again, slowly working my fingers down the front of his shirt, and undoing each button. Once again, he ran his hands down my back, this time coming to a standstill at my hips. His hands held me close as I carried on undoing his shirt. Once I had undone it fully, I broke the kiss by leaning back. I. He was a balding old fart, someone who had been in the business way too long. He was Iranian, and and old crusty one at that. Did I mention he was old yet? He spoke English, but he only seemed to understand every other word. He was to be our driver in an actual gas-powered vehicle. ‘I’m Salamandy Ravenlock,’ Sally said with her Southern sass. ‘We’re from Tranquil Breeze Garden, here to tour Old Macedonia.’ As though he couldn’t tell by the twenty-four noisy little children and the tell-tale. More

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