I wonder why?”Numa glowered, asking in persistence, “And who exactly is this Decala?”John blushed as he replied, “My extra concubine: the woma... that weaves cloth.”Numa’s face cleared. “Ah. That is all right, then. I wanted to meet this weaving person that caught your interest. But why is she here? Did you invite her? Has Chief Maranga sent her, or what?”“Wait and you can ask her, my darling,” said John, relieved that the matter was resolved without more hassle for him.Numa now muttered,. " Unfortunately, "outside of Portland" encompassed most of the state, which was, more than likely, her point.So he'd let the subject stay changed and tell himself it was because she loved him that she'd never be more specific. "It's your karma, Robert," she had said on more than one occasion. "I'd hate to think I put that temptation in front of you." She loved him, and that was good enough for him - most of the time.The other scenarios were good too. He'd intercede for her, stepping in front of. She was a few years older than most of the other females but did not look, dress or act it. I saw her a lot at the numerous functions and the civic events we worked together. She was constantly hit on by almost every male member in attendance, but I never saw her leave with anyone.I attempted to start a conversation with her many times, and though she responded she never really said much. So I was surprised when she invited me to join her for a drink at a local pub after one of the monthly. As she rubbed her tummy, she said "I think they are, too."We had an hour and a half before the guests for the orgy arrived. We used the time to talk about how we were going to tell the folks about the twins on the way. There were plenty of interesting suggestions. But we were still going to wait until we could put it off no more; the deciding factor would be how soon and how much Jenny started showing.The orgy tonight was scheduled late so supper would have time to digest. Mischief, Mayhem and.