I guess you can't believe that either."Back in the ancient days, in prehistory, before the enemy killed the priestesses and put men in charge, the mat...iarchy were the true rulers. The sacred king was the land and the people. If things went wrong then it could be fixed by sacrificing the king and getting a new one: a wholesome, strong and virile one. Basically, the priestesses of the Goddess ensured that she granted fertility, and if she didn't they sacrificed the king to her."You must know. I need you in top form. I know you have a lot on your plate with the council and everything.” She waited patiently. “I did something weird and I don’t know what to think about it,” she said. Miranda looked curious. I was curious too, though I felt truly terrible about listening to this. This wasn’t like my usual inadvertent voyeurism. Watching people have sex in foolish places is one thing, listening to them spill their guts was something else. It felt especially dirty that it was Kylie,. And, finally, my reluctance wasn't about sex; it was about trust.There were other considerations. Bob had given me comfort when there was no other comfort; I would give him whatever he wanted. He had gone back to his harem with staples in their bellies, but I couldn't expect him to be satisfied with those magazines forever. I had wanted a future with Bob; it could only be secure if his lust reinforced, rather than eroding, his love. I'd been greedy for all of Bob. Wanting a monopoly, I had. One part of me was proud of Scott for taking care of his people like a good doctor does, the other part of me was pissed because I wanted mine and I am sure he wanted his. I had already made plans for our kids to stay with family until Monday so we could be alone. Damn it all!! We stopped at the grocery store for some long awaited snacks not found in Iraq and also hit the liquor store. Guess I figured I would just drink and pass out. When we got home we all started chatting about home events.