“Mark, I wanted to be sure you got to again meet Felicia Winters and Monica Layne.” Hearing their names brought back their affiliations to me. Fel...cia was a county commissioner, and had been married to the ex-mayor of Dillonville. Reportedly, he thought she was a trophy wife and she thought he’d be a good husband. Neither turned out to be the case. He was a philanderer and abusive. The trophy part hadn’t worked out as she had an IQ of about one-hundred-eighty and could out think and out reason. Jennifer could hear whimpering in the stall next to her. She had heard the poor girl crying all night. The occupant next to her was very quite until late last night when one of the slave maids came into the stall next to where Jennifer slept. She figured it was late since it had been several dracmars since she had last heard anyone stirring. The stable appeared to have about twenty stalls from what she could tell when she was brought in. Having been recently purchased she was still in her. Demongay abstained, knowing he had to drive Dhiren back home. You know, it’s lovely having you here Dhiren honey.”“Thank you for inviting me, darling.” Dhiren looked up to Demongay with his bright blue eyes in such a sweet, appealing way that, after a pregnant pause, Demongay could not resist kissing him fully on the mouth. Dhiren didn’t resist. That was the trigger. Demongay continued to kiss him, but more insistently. He placed his weight on Dhiren, who lay back on the cushions. Suddenly,. But instead of theusual yolk and albumen, George saw a fully-formed chick emerge from theshell. Surprised as he was, he was even more startled at what happenednext."Hello, George. I am the Easter Chickie." Whaa?" George replied."Well, I'm the Easter bunny's assistant. Every year, I seek out a needysoul who has the Easter spirit and grant him a wish." That's stupid," George complained. "I never heard of an Easter Chickiebefore, and I sure don't think you can grant wishes." Well," the Chickie.