Xael
I look at my princesses results with pride. Not only did the girls excel in their studies, but they also beat Xylon and Xena’s records by a huge margin. They have been recorded in the Guinness book of records.
“Can I buy them their jets now?” I ask my wife who rolls her eyes at me. She thinks I am a softie with the girls. She is right.
I chuckle and wrap my arms around her waist. Her infatuating scent immediately fills my nostrils.
“Don’t be jealous, you were a genius in your time,” I tease and burst out into laughter when she knocks my ribs with her elbow.
“Oh, come on, Love. They deserve the jets and more.”
“Yes, they do. I can’t believe that it took so much yelling for them to get to this,” she affirms and complains. The girls did push her limit. I sometimes think they do
