New Book; Quantum Reckoning.

Jeremy is in his London condo trying to get intemate with gis girlfriend, Trudy. Things take an interesting turn...

"When did my father tell you about this so-called, Bride Price?" she probed.

"It was back on May Day; at the march."

"So, it's taken you over a month to tell me? No wonder you've been hesitant. I was starting to question your sexual orientation."

"Me? Naw, I’m definitely heterosexual. I’ve dreamed of seeing you naked since the instant I laid eyes on you."

"Is that so?" she retorted, her expression a mix of skepticism and intrigue. "Well, now you’re going to have to wait."

"For how long?" he asked, a playful grin spreading across his face.

"Until your trust in me is unequivocal and I've reconciled with that trust. Plus, I want to meet both of your parents first."

"Understood," he acquiesced, redirecting his attention to the movie playing before them, a silent acknowledgment of the burgeoning connection between them.

Ten minutes had barely passed when Trudy gently nudged him. In a hushed tone, she whispered, “I need to use the loo.” Her voice, a blend of urgency and politeness, caught his attention.

He offered a slight nod, his voice laced with understanding as he replied, “You know where it is.” Effortlessly, he shifted his weight off her, allowing her the freedom to move.

Minutes ticked by before she reemerged, her figure enveloped in a billowing white towel that seemed to capture the soft glow of the room. Standing before him with a newfound solemnity, she declared, “I have a few more conditions for you.” Her eyes locked onto his, a serious glint within them. “You wanted to see me naked. Well, if you can survive the sight of me, naked, for 30 seconds without trying to assault me, you’ll pass my first test.” Her voice carried a firmness as she added, “And let me remind you, there will be no further touchie-feelies between us until the trust-building period is finished.”

Jeremy, momentarily overwhelmed, buried his face in his hands. Upon regaining his composure, he looked up, determination etched on his face. “Ok, let’s go,” he agreed. After a beat, he added, “Wait, could you come a bit closer?”

Obediently, Trudy closed the distance between them, stopping about six feet away. With a graceful motion, she unfurled the towel, stretching her arms wide open to reveal her figure, adorned in nothing but her panties. Her bare skin seemed to radiate in the dim light, her breasts a bold declaration of her femininity. His gaze darted, capturing the sight of her, from the soft curves of her breasts to the modesty of her panties, and back again, a silent appreciation for her form.

“What’s that you’re murmuring?” he inquired curiously.

“I’m counting,” she retorted, a playful edge to her voice. “You have ten seconds left to memorize this vision, because it may very well be your last glimpse for months.” With those words, she executed a brief, tantalizing sway of her hips before covering herself within the towel once more. “Did you appreciate the view?” she teased.

His response came swiftly, laced with admiration. “I liked it very much, but what about from the back?” he queried.

“That will be included in the second test. And if you’re fortunate, it might just be without my nickers on. Remember, patience is a virtue. And just so we’re clear, I don’t partake in that holo-nude challenge that’s become all the rage of late.”

With that, she vanished back into the bathroom, only to return fully clothed, her earlier vulnerability now cloaked in fabric. “I’m short on funds for a Dryft Drone. Could you perhaps have one of your bodyguards escort me?” she requested, her voice carrying a hint of reluctance.

“I would’ve gladly paid for your Dryft, but I’ll accompany you instead. I’ll have David drive us.” His tone was resolute, accompanied by a gesture of getting up to greet her. They exchanged a tender hug and a kiss, a silent affirmation of their connection, before he reached for his phone to summon David. “He’s on his way….Trudy, you’re not going to start a fight with your father, are you?” his voice laced with genuine concern.

“No, I won’t instigate a quarrel. I merely intend to pose a single question to him, though his honesty, or lack thereof, won’t matter. He’s not collecting no dowry on me, not now, not ever.”

“What are you going to ask him?” he probed, intrigued.

“I’ll ask him the Bride Price he paid to marry my mother.”