. stuck my finger ... back there.”“You naughty thing,” Melody laughed.“What else would you do for him?” I bit my lip.“I’d share him,” ...he said, her head leaning closer to mine. “If he wanted another girl, I would let her into his bed. I would love her with him.”My heart thudded faster and faster. “You wouldn’t be ... jealous?”“It makes me happy serving him. It’s how I show him my love. And he shows it back by telling me to do things.” Her hand brushed my cheek, fingers so soft. She lifted my. Dear Alexander,If you’re reading this, it means I’ve passed on. This letter, however, isn’t about that. No doubt, since my death, you have been having a rough go of things. Chief among your problems, I’m sure, is some form of fatigue. Now, don’t get alarmed, you aren’t sick or anything, I didn’t pass on to you some terrible disease. The thing is son, there is something I never told you about our family. For centuries, perhaps even longer, the men have possessed a great power.Now, I’m not. " Hmmm," he replied. "I'm sure that he's going to be handsome and smart seeing as how his big sister is so beautiful and smart."Now Samantha really blushed. "You remembered my name too," she beamed."Yeah, well I feel like we almost know each other. I'm surprised that I didn't recognize you right away. If I remember right, your nickname is Sam isn't it? And your younger sister's is Tabby?" Glad for the change of subject, Samantha nodded. "She's a couple of years younger that you isn't she?". Around her were several dozen other people, all young women of more than average attractiveness and of about an even ethnic ratio, all chained and manacled as she was. ‘What the hell?’ she managed hoarsely, before leaning back against the metal wall, gasping for breath. Whatever that sound and light was, it had taken something out of her. She was reminded of the sonic weapons she had read of on a blog about advanced military technology. A freckled, very voluptuous brunette with long hair in a.