I know everyone will be very happy here. This is truly a blessed place.” Lamanr’s little speech moved everyone at the table.“Thank you Lamanr, I...guess that it is. I live my life by a rule, we call the golden rule it is this; ‘do unto others as you would have them do unto you.’ In other words treat everyone like you would want to be treated. If you want to treat someone badly, then they would treat you that way too, but who wants to live like that? I sure don’t, so I treat everyone as nice as I. “You have been so obvious, especially tonight. Did he kiss you on the elevator?” Cheryl blushed at the question. “No, I don’t have an elevator to kiss,” she replied, trying to dodge the question. “So, who kissed who? I am sure you two at least kissed, and I saw you take his arm when you went inside.” She was quiet again, avoiding looking at me, but thinking and blushing even more now. I was still smiling, trying to let her know that I wasn’t upset (I had already accepted that she would probably. She passed slowly through the open doorway as the brush began its downward strokes and the water droplets from her hair were forced out to be evaporated in the intense heat of the room. With her slender body still glistening from the few remaining water droplets that had yet to disappear she eased her naked body onto the softness of her bed and delighted in the feel of the cool silk sheets beneath her. She continued to stroke the brush downwards until her hair was smooth and dry; her long legs. "First, the good news. I have found some husband-material for you. Notice that I did not say slave. What we have here is the opportunity for you to get involved in an old fashioned marriage style relationship with total equality between the sexes. None of you have ever had a slave, and you aren't going to get one now, but what you will get is a man who will love you for yourself because he wants to, not because he has to. The choice will be mutual. You both have to agree to the mating or it's.