”“I don’t believe this,” Pragna shook her head. “I want to end the day on a happy note,” Mihir inched closer to her. “I hope you won’t...let me use any force on you. That is the last thing I want to do.”Pragna stood silent for a few moments. She never had any doubts about Mihir’s ruthless youthful strength. However, she did not want to become an easy prey to his lust. She realized that he could help her in settling some scores with her intimidating sister-in-laws, including Savita, Mihir’s. .what?!" The Former Luther Robinson--" Ray Mack shouted 'You are now the presentMs. Pijna. A woman. A girl. A whore in my custody and the custody of myassociates. Given your unique position in the family circle of my dearestwhore, Anna, I can give you relative amnesty from the day-to-day drudgerywhich is the life of lesser whores than you. Do you find these conditionsacceptable?" I..." Luther squeaked once again. "I'm a--whore?" No, daddy!" Anne shouted from the doorway of a stairwell she'd. I took a breath of fresh air and sighed.{Seems you've been in that cave too long.} came a voice ... from ... inside my head?I quickly scanned the small field. A young woman with strawberry red hair was sitting on a bank, dangling her feet in a nearby stream.I made my way across the field, until I stood directly behind her."It's nice today, isn't it?" she asked. Her voice had a dreamlike quality to it.A candor that could put you to sleep."Yes, it is..." I agreed. "I wonder why I haven't ever. You know what...”I spared his blushes. “Yes, Ivan Crossley gave me a full and frank insight as to what the production of Angel Nectar entails.”“So you know what happens on Twelfth Night?”“Yes, when the Stogumber Angel’s five handmaidens are...”“Quite so. As you would imagine there is a lot of salacious talk about the place before the ceremony, and young William, our nine years old son, was asking some awkward questions. Lara thought it best we left Stogumber before Twelfth Night, you know how.