Just as he suspected, it was subtly obvious that Cassiopeia held no interest in hearing anything about rugby.  So why did she bother asking about it? he wondered.  Orion very nearly laughed a few times at her attempts to pretend how engrossed she was with what he had to say.  Although from the outset, he knew better.  Still, he had to give her points for trying to mask her boredom at least.<br/><br/>Her wish on how to throw a rugby ball, however, required a demonstration.  Glancing toward his valet, the Prince gestured with his hands held apart, nodding in the process.  Bernard gave him a thumbs-up, and then vanished through one of the open doors.  Less than 30 seconds later, he re-entered the room holding the requested item.  Wanting to save his attendant any further steps, he excitedly signaled for Bernard to throw him the ball.  After complying, he departed through the same door.<br/><br/>Now that both of them were standing, Orion moved closer to her.  “Well, let’s start with how to hold the ball, Princess” he stated.  Positioned behind her, the Prince pressed himself against her.  Of course, this now afforded him a perfect view of her bountiful valley below.  He placed the ball in her upturned left hand, with his own hand underneath it.  Guiding her right hand with his, he slapped both palms against the opposite side of the ball.  This action, to his delight, caused her breasts to jiggle.  Does it get any better than this? he thought.<br/><br/>“If your left hand goes here,” he explained, moving it toward one end of the ball.  “Then your other hand should be about here.”  This time, he guided her right hand to the opposite end of the ball, on its other side.  In such proximity, he noticed how wonderful she smelled, which was yet another distraction.  Regaining focus, he concluded, “That way, when you throw the ball, the position of your hands will put a spin on it.”  With his hands still on hers, Orion mimicked throwing the rugby ball, which of course, caused a rippling effect of her breasts.  The juvenile in him thought of how that visual never got old.<br/><br/>Positive that Cassiopeia maintained her grip on the ball, he stepped away from her.  The Prince surmised that 20 feet between the pair should be sufficient for her to test her throwing skills.  “Okay, Cassiopeia,” he said with a smile, “throw the ball to me, just like we pretended a few minutes ago.”  Orion stood his ground, anticipating her attempt, hands at the ready.