She had him right where she wanted: alone and tied to a tree.
It should’ve been a pleasant walk through the Enchanted Forest, but, of course, he had to ruin it. He just couldn’t keep his hands to himself.
Fortunately, the Princess knew who she was dealing it and came prepared. So the second she suggested something a little bit risqué, the Prince took the bait like the dog he was.
She smiled as the poor blindfolded man puckered his lips. He honestly believed he was about to be kissed.
She, on the other hand, would sooner kiss a frog.
The Weekday One Hundred 