" Please, Vanlo, feel free to take time from your main project to deal with this if you need to."Vanlo was rather touched by the Overlord's offer, onc... again showing how much Roquan respected him. But he had already made a promise to Amanda, and he felt he had to keep that first. "I will try, your Lordship."Roquan managed a small smile. "It is good to hear of something upbeat in the trying times we all face." Hmm, things are that bad, are they?"Roquan frowned. "They could be better, let's just. I guess I’ll have to call ‘her’ my grand-aunt because, I . . . well they . . . actually . . .?! It’s hard to say exactly what I want to say. I guess it’d be better if I start from what I guess is the beginning. I’m still not sure how to go about it, though. I guess maybe we should start not too long after Grand-Uncle Horace’s accident. I don’t quite know how to, um . . . Okay, what happened was that Uncle Horace was under the pedestal crane when it toppled. He worked, still does, come to that,. There may be a complicated matter of legislation to consider. All these things are best dealt with if the Minister is relaxed and in good humour. Ministerial concubines provide an important public benefit. I have no difficulty in justifying to myself the cost to the public purse. And since we expect to do much business with your country, I felt it would be only helpful to have one of your compatriots in my service." She seems a little less than willing, Minister," I said, noting how Cora was. Unsupervised? At his house? ALONE? She had to be dreaming. THIS WAS HEAVEN! *Later that night. Ashley’s Bathroom. Before her date* Ashley looked in the mirror approvingly. She looked hot. Her Blonde hair was in bouncy ringlets and her C-cups were just as bouncy. Her teal tank top was showing them off very well. Her jean mini skirt was centimeters away from exposing her thong. Her black boots, hoop earrings, and Coach purse topped off her outfit. One last glance in the mirror.