Chapter twenty four: 'The proof of the fresh pudding is in the eating'
Farrago(n): a disorganized, motley assortment of random things that do not necessarily follow a sequence or harmonize.
The tiny glimmer of hope that their encounter was over with was destroyed by the sensation of skin on her exposed thigh again. She could feel another hand reach for the hem of her dress and lift it so that both her thighs were revealed to him, while the other hand stayed caressing her soft, light skin.
She wanted to protest with all she had and stop him before he finished doing whatever it was that he had planned for her. Her body was tense and spoke all she felt but could not put into words and verbalize.
"Just relax, my queen. Nothing that I will do right now is going to h
