I might have overdone it a bit.”“Oh hon,” I heard her honey-sweet voice. “Please be careful, take your time coming home, then ... can put some muscle rub on you.” Damn it! She was damn good at this, just an hour before she had had her face planted between her sister’s legs. Now she was talking as if she hadn’t knifed me through the back and heart. Yeah, I had to make this bitch pay.“I will be home as soon as I can,” I replied to her. God, I. It wasn't a task he resented. It certainly wasn't something that was expected. He did it because it gave him joy to make them happy.Sandy was so thrilled to have been included by us that it spilled over when the family arrived into unbridled enthusiasm to see them. Everybody was delighted to see everybody.Sam and Harri took me aside to tell me of their week-long wagon train adventure. Harri told me that, even though it was almost as far from luxurious as possible, it felt like a second. As for using slaves for manual labor, what would you prefer? Maybe seeing them lounging around being waited on hand and foot? No, they’re kept busy and they pair the females up to pull the cartsand they’re out to good use pulling taxi carts too. Although The Humane Society wants to change that as well.”“Really? The Humane Society doesn’t like co-op methods either? Why’s that? Maybe THEY don’t want the herd gainfully employed before they’re harvested? Maybe they WANT the herd to run wild on. “Oh, but you seem nice enough, and you’ve got some ... royal features. Trust me, I know these things,” she said, looking at me ominously. I laughed again. “So what brings you to Paris?” I asked. “Ah, this is just my escape from my dull chores and the strict confines of my life,” she sighed. “I, too, need some reprieve at times.”If I wasn’t sure what she meant by that, it became clearer when she got up and bent over, trying to straighten an already perfectly straight towel, making sure I could.