Jen, I know you love the sex with Steve. But I think this has gone far enough. I think you need to stop seeing him."Jen was overjoyed. She wrapped her...arms around her husband and hugged him. "I don't want to see him anymore. I really don't. I was only doing it because you wanted me to. I'll stop seeing him. I want to stop seeing him."Mike pulled away, and looked into his wife's eyes. "But we'll still play the Game, right? Just not with Steve. Okay?"Jen lovingly kissed her husband. "Of course we. For example, without His Grace, and you, his loyal retainers, who would guard my northern frontier against marauding Scots?” She paused again, pursed her lips and then nodded. “I shall speak to my prime minister straightaway when I return to the palace.” She paused as a wave of laughter swept over the crowd.Then she continued, “Years ago, when my late father, King George VI was still on the throne, I vividly remember the accession at which Donald Whitfield was awarded the Victoria Cross.. I was a little winded when Sandra gave me a tongue kiss just seconds later that made it clear that she still adored me. This love that I had for each woman was unique in each case, despite being multiplied by fifteen. Every woman in my harem was truly a sweetheart and I treasured each of them in a particular way. They were not just some kind of sexual commodity, not just objects, but lovely people for whom love and lust mingled perfectly and whom I deemed irreplaceable. Hell, even the guys. But t'was a happy wedding and a fine feast, under the circumstances." Sorry to hear that, sir. These are very hard times, for everyone. Reason I've come, it's about Elizabeth, sir, madam." Matthew carefully put down the thin-stemmed wine glass on a small round table and clasped his big hands between his upright knees."What about Elizabeth?" Anne said, bouncing into the room, her petticoats rustling, auburn curls tumbling. "Hello, Matthew. Are you still in the army? What'd I miss?" she asked her.