I'm sitting on the floor, playing with Amethyst while I'm waiting for breakfast. Prince walks in smiles and jokes,"Isn't it a little early to be playing with your pussy?"

I laugh. "It's never too early to play with a nice kitty." I say, "Besides, I need a stress reliever before I go to court against Gloria.I hope she goes to prison" 

Today she faces charges for taping my conversations. Prince is coming for moral support. Unfortunately, "stalking" isn't an impending charge today.

"Her family will make sure she won't." Prince says.

"She wouldn't last two days in prison." I giggle at the thought.

We leave Paisley Park after breakfast. Before we get in separate cars with our bodyguards (we don't want to make a scene by showing up together), he teases me, "Don't shove Gloria against the courthouse"

"I won't. I think I scared the shit out of her the other night."

"You startled me. I've never seen you that angry."

"I try to be a nice, even tempered lady but sometimes I fail."

We arrive at court Prince goes in but Hector and I wait for Grace. She took the day off from work, hoping to "see that bitch get it". I introduce her to Hector. They start chatting. They seem to be friendly enough. I notice how she is looking at him as the conversation progresses. It's been too long since I have seen her look at a man like that. It's how she looks at men she tends to really like.

Unfortunately, we have to go in. I walk in and on Gloria's side of the room are two people who are clearly her parents. Her daddy looks at me and is undressing me with his eyes. Gross. Prince glares at him. Gloria's daddy gives him a very hateful look. When Grace slips in to join the audience Gloria's daddy grabs his expensive overcoat and lays it over his lap. I laugh to myself. Yeah, Grace in her clingy sweater dress is enough to make a man need to cover his lap.

There's no jury. Just a judge. I wonder if Gloria's family has bribed him. When the boudoir shots and the striptease class are mentioned Gloria's parents are horrified. Gloria's punishment for taping my conversations is handed down. It's basically a fine. I'm pissed. Mommy and Daddy will pay it and nothing will change.

Gloria's parents are angry with her. Daddy pulls her into an empty room. Grace, Prince and I start listening. "Strip class? Boudoir photos? Why are you sinking to their level? This is not how we raised you!" Daddy exclaims,"Where did you learn phone tapping anyway?"

"In college. A friend of mine was into spy stuff and taught me a lot of things." Gloria replies.

"You say you want to be an actress. I'll give you a one way plane ticket. New York City or L.A. Make up your mind right now. What will it be?"

"New York. I'll try Broadway."

"Fine. If you bother either of those weird people again and cause this family further embarrassment, I'm cutting you off".

"Yes, Father."

We hurry down the hallway. But Daddy ends up passing us. "You two are disgusting.You deserve each other" " he hisses as he walks by.

I smile at Prince as I say "I like to think I deserve you."

He squeezes my hand, smirks and says,"You do. You're disgusting enough." He laughs.

I whisper in his ear,"Grace and Hector were getting along well. I think she could really like him. Let's have them over for dinner."

"Okay, Sweetie."

"I was so nervous in court. Especially when I had to speak." I say.

"You did really well." Prince tells me. "I was impressed" I spend a lot of time in awe of him and his many talents, so for him to be impressed by me is exciting. Even if what I did was just a bit of public speaking.

Dinner with Grace and Hector is going well. Grace hasn't used her sex life as a humorous conversation starter. Sometimes I'm embarrassed when she does that. "I cannot believe how Gloria's dad acts. He's not as classy as he thinks he is." Grace says.

"I agree. If he hadn't kept walking, I'd have thrown him," says Hector. Grace giggles.

Amethyst walks under the table and rubs against Prince's leg. "Hey, Kitty, you can leave your scent on him all you want, but he's Penelope's-not yours" Grace playfully scolds. Amethyst walks off in a huff. We all laugh. After a lot of pleasant conversation and laughing, dinner ends and Hector even escorts Grace to her car.

"I'm not going to be surprised if they have a date soon." I say.

Prince kisses me and we go into the studio. He puts on a new song and gets me to dance with him. This is not unusual and one reason I've become a better dancer since we've met. "Gloria said you wrote a song about her. Is that true?" I ask.

"Yes, I wrote that one song about her.But now I write songs about you." He says before giving me a lingering kiss. Wait a minute! There's more than one song about me? I only know of one. I guess I'm a muse now.

"You've written more than one song about me?"I ask

"That's what I said."

"Will I get to hear them?"

"You've already heard some." He smiles devilishly.

I kiss him,"I'm going to take my clothes off and wait for you in bed."

"You won't be waiting for long."

I'm in our bed, not wearing anything and waiting for my man. He comes in naked and carrying a can of whipped cream. I giggle when I notice Amethyst following him. "I think you laugh in the bedroom more than anyone I've ever been with. What's so funny?" He asks.

"Amethyst is following you" I tell him

Prince looks behind him. She's sitting there, washing her paw. He picks her up and places her outside the bedroom door. "Not tonight." he tells her.

He picks up the whipped cream again.

Without thinking I say,"You know Jasper doesn't approve of eating after dinner." Why did I say that? Am I the biggest idiot ever?

Prince squirts some whipped cream on his finger as he says,"Don't mention your boyfriend's name in my bed." He puts his finger on my lips. I lick it.

Apparently, I'm not done being an idiot because I ask,"If he's my boyfriend, what does that make you?"

"This is not the time for talking." Whipped cream gets applied to my neck and licked off.

"Give me that!" I grab the can . I dot some along his shoulder. I blow it off. We playfully wrestle on the bed and he lets me pin him down. I put some cream on his wrist and lick it off. Next I go for the middle of his chest. I lick some off the middle of his torso. "Stick your tongue out." I tell him.

"Did Grace teach you to be bossy during sex?" He laughs.

I smirk. I squirt some cream on his tongue and lick it off. I trail my tongue down his lower body and bounce that cream down his shaft and down to his head. He gets excited and the next thing I know I'm gagging. That happened the first (and last) time I did this sort of thing. I sit up and cough. One would think since Grace brags about how good she is with her mouth, I'd have learned a thing or two. I'm so annoyed with myself.

He takes the can from me, puts his arm around me and whispers,"It's okay, Baby."

Normally hate being referred to as "Baby" because I'm a grown woman. But when Prince does it, it doesn't bother me. Not like various dates of Grace's who'd be like" Hey Baby, is Grace ready?"There were several fellas like that.

My thoughts are interrupted by passionate kisses. "Lay down." Prince insists.

I do as I'm told. He squirts cream along the definition of my arms, accidentally getting some in my elbow length hair. He knows I'm proud of what definition my body does have.He licks me clean. He turns me on my side and licks me up the length of my back. Oooh! Next, it's my thighs. The top of my breasts get squirted. Then he simultaneously laps the cream up and brushes his fingertips over my nipples. "YES! YES! YES!" I scream.

He takes advantage of my excitement and put his mouth between my legs. I am not that crazy about my big thighs on either side of his head. It took forever for us to get to a place where I could let him do this without me tensing up entirely. Even still we don't do this as much as he would like. He's at least as good with his mouth as Grace says she is with hers. I scream a lot as I release.

All of my energy leaves my body and the next thing I know I'm waking up the following morning. Prince is up already and throwing out the can we'd had an equal share in emptying. I look at myself in the mirror. I look like a mess. I'm sticky , there's whipped cream and Heaven- knows-what in my hair. Grace always looks glamorously disheveled, never a mess like me the morning after.

"Do I have to put that mirror in storage?" He asks.

"No. I was just thinking about how sticky I am" I reply

He smiles. "It means we had fun."

"And we'd better shower before Jasper shows up for our training sessions. I've never had to shower before a workout before."

We give each other sticky hugs and kisses before we take our showers.