I had heard that Ensure tasted likea mildly sweet vanilla milk shake. It sort of tasted like that. Marionwas onto her main course before I dialled bac... into her presence. Ivaguely remember her saying something like, "Let's go out to dinnertomorrow night now that we know they'll just adjust the schedule."Looking at the steak Marion was eating I started to think how monotonousdrinking the same taste for a long time was.Marion had moved on to picking the restaurant we would be going to.Eventually. I checked my watch. ‘Crap, 2 minutes. You’ve got my email, right?’ He nodded, as he wiped his tears away with the sleeve of his shirt. I fumbled in my bag for my makeup to see exactly how horrible I looked. I added a little this, retouched a little that – good to go. ‘Hey, listen…Not sure if you’re gonna be here when I get out of there, but call me, okay? I definitely want you to meet my friend Lydia.’ He smiled his cute little smile and said, ‘You got it, Markie.’ I rolled my eyes before. I still think that this was a light sentence, though, given his crimes against us. Oh, and that, I think, was why the legislature passed that cap on the number of concubines one could keep on one’s property, for fear that more would be treated so horribly, due to this incident.“Anyway, while I haven’t changed my views on most things, it did sour me on the whole concubine-sponsor arrangement. It had me convinced that all sponsors were cruel masters and all concubines oppressed slaves. Until. I said can I do massage to her body. She had done all her work had dinner and came to my room.And said she cried and said that she want to get pregnant .i said then why did u asked me to use condoms. she said that she was afraid of his future life and she had make a plan and told to get her pregnant. I asked the plan . she told that her husband and ur uncle will return in three four days. And when they return she will make some sex him then no one will get doubt about her pregnancy.It was night.