We even had a ritual undressing. Usually, we just fall on each other and get out of our clothes. Saturday night, we undressed one at a time, helping f...ld clothes and admiring our mate as she (or I) was unveiled. Then we spent time as the subject of the moment stood naked in front of us, telling our lover why each of us loved her and what she meant to us. Yeah. There were tears.And there was lovemaking.But we spent most of the night crammed together on one bed, talking about the future and how. “Boy are you in for a treat,” Mallory, called out to the pair, brash as all get out.“Why?” asked Samantha.“Mallory!” warned Bob.“Wait until you get to the part where he distracts you while you try to shoot,” said Mallory, ignoring him.“Oh?” Sam obviously heard something in her cousin’s voice, and looked questioningly at her father.“Mallory!” barked Bob.“Oh, calm down,” said Mallory. “I’m not going to ruin the surprise.”“What surprise?” asked Sam, now suspicious.“There won’t be any surprise,”. I reported to the Carli Palace as instructed, and was ordered to attend the Duke of Wellington in the office he maintained on the third floor of the Palace. I admit to feeling apprehensive when I entered his office on his command ‘Come in’.The great man, in the uniform of a Field Marshall, was seated at a large desk in the centre of the room, and I noted a civilian sitting in an armchair near a window. He gave me a slight smile as our eyes met.Wellington looked up from a document he was. .I'll show you...", "...never in a million years...",and so on. His head tilted back and forth, always imposing upon herspace, always leaning in, always staring, gloating. And Wanda's headmerely rocked back and forth, as though under the constant splash ofbullets. Edmund's voice got sporadically louder: "...is no other way! Nowyou're gonna! And don't you ever...", and so on.Alex wondered how this would end. She had never seen anything like it.She leaned back in her chair, sipped her beer, ate a.