‘Hi, Beverly,’ I said. ‘What’s up?’ She looked at me and said, ‘Marri, I won’t beat around the bush. I am not happy about your apparent ...nterest in your former client, and I want you to seriously reconsider having a relationship with him.’ I was at a momentary loss for words. Something told me Beverly was not used to having her will thwarted and that if I didn’t do what she wanted, there would be hell to pay. But I wasn’t about to lose Andrew because little miss bitch didn’t think it was a good. Collared men were doing housework, serving as human furniture for the women, giving them massages or servicing their dripping erections. The sloppy sounds of cock sucking and the smacking and pounding of hips against ass were all around them. They passed countless spectacles of Amazons fucking male slaves.The closer they got to the village center, the more often Hayko let out a shout in her tribe's strange language. It sounded like a victory chant. Each time her voice pierced the air, more. Completely. Hasn’t she, Aidan?”“Not really,” said Aidan, “it was never going to happen in the first place, but at least you both now understand my position.”They both nodded miserably, and Aidan took his leave of them.He joined the others in the front lounge and spent a contented time chatting about everything in the universe except accounting or finance. They lost count of time and before they knew it, Giles arrived at the door.“Nearly midnight,” he called, “we’re letting in the New Year in. ”Their conversation was interrupted when Lisa came out with a can of coke. Holding it out to him, she said, “Dad, I saw you were working out here and thought you might like something to drink.”Taking the Coke from her, he hugged her and said, “Thanks, Lisa. I appreciate it.”She turned to George and said, “I’m sorry. I didn’t see you out here. Would you like a Coke?”“No thanks,” George answered.“Okay,” she said. Turning back to her father, she said, “I’m going to help mom in the house.”“I’m sure.