Beatrice was warming up to having her own servants like it was second nature. All the things that Julias did but had lost a taste for, Beatrice was do...ng for him. When he had finally moved on from having to leave his wife behind a century ago, it had been a slow, tortured walk back into a sex life. And he never really embraced using his powers to indulge in it. Beatrice, on the other hand, was eating it up.She really had that spark.“You, back in the tub,” she said, and pointed down.Julias. ’ ‘I will submit, like to my husband,’ declared Girlie,’ and learn joy in submission.’ ‘It is our fate,’ said Blen. ‘We cannot chose our fate, but we must make with it the best we can. We must ask Mama Mutia when she come. If she will not help, I do not know what will become of me. I will have no life.’ ‘She will come soon,’ said Precious. ‘We must pray.’ When, in August, Mama Mutia returned, Blen and her three friends approached her. After breakfast, consisting of a ball of boiled rice, and. “Julie. I’m pleased to meet you.” Urgh, why am I so formal? “I’ve come for a cup of sugar.”“Really? Where’s the cup?”He held out empty hands and offered her a lopsided smirk. “To be honest, I don’t need sugar, although it seemed the perfect excuse to visit.”She smiled. “It’s freezing; come in.”He thanked her as he stamped off the snow.While he hand-brushed snow-flakes from his raven hair, she peered through the murk at the snow filled road. “It seems to be easing off.”“Let’s hope so.”She. Not too many people in our area had pools, so it was a pretty big deal. I’d swam there more times than I could remember. Mrs. J. caught me looking. “Want to go for a swim?” She asked. “I was just getting ready to get in myself when you knocked. It was only then I’d noticed she was wearing a cover-up, and there were several empty beer cans on the counter. She appeared to be a bit tipsy, odd, I’d never seen her drink before. “I don’t have a suit.” I lamented. “I’m sure I could chase up.