Jasmine shrugged. She was not at all happy about being confined to quarters like a six-year-old - or worse, like someone detained at Her Majesty's Pleasure... Not that she'd ever experienced prison life but from what she'd seen, heard and read, prisoners were confined to their cells from early in the evening until early in the morning. This was actually worse... She determined to do something about it. Uncle James had influence...<br/><br/>Tracy was wittering about dating the princess. "Who said anything about dating? I just want to have sex with her!" Jasmine grinned evilly around a mouthful of food. "Maybe you and she could swap for a night or two? I mean as long as the warm body count is correct no-one's going to do a DNA test, are they?" She was deliberately bating her roomie, although she wasn't entirely sure why except it had something to do with the overly cold reception she'd been given initially. "And are you referring to the Queen of England, or the Queen of Valtoria? Never heard of the latter, I'm guessing it's some island in the Channel somewhere?" She grinned even more wickedly. "Really? does this mean we get to shower together? It saves water, you know!" A giggle and a shrug. "Sure, or we could order a takeaway... Ha ha."<br/><br/>She sat on her bed and sent a text to her uncle:<br/><br/><div style="text-align: right">
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</div><br/><br/>A while later a reply came back<br/><br/><div style="display: inline-block; max-width: 70%; margin-left: auto; background: #2dca1f; color:#fff; font-family: 'Helvetica', sans-serif; text-align:left; border-radius: 10px; padding: 0px 10px">Really? That is a bit harsh I'll have a word with M, see if he can swing it, or if not maybe he can ask the Minister, or the PM...</div><br/><br/><div style="text-align: right">
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