" That had more than a hint of steel in it.As soon as she took her eyes off of me Kira ran crying to her Grandma's arms.Might as well get started.I re...oved my sword and untied the rawhide from around my leg before I propped it up against a grave marker, then I slid down the hole with the shovel and continued where she left off grateful that I did not have to break the news of more deaths in Kira's family.Around an hour later Kira, still red eyed but freshly washed, brought me some lunch and a. Sloane.Being well versed in the art of social conviviality, I shortstopped the impending business discussion with what, in the higher corporate circles, is called an ice breaker.“Ms. Sloane, I’m thinking of having my shirts monogramed. Spiffy, no?”“No.”“Huh?”What’s wrong with Bertram Owen Osgood Brewster?She handed me a pen, “Write the monogram out, Birdie.”Done. I gave it the double-o, and it took but a mo, “Oh.”“Birdie, Ms. Lane asked me to bring you up to speed on Gibraltar Soup.”Huh? I’d. I imagined myself with Owen and another man both fucking me in a different hole. The phone rang, interrupting my thoughts. It was my friend Neela returning my call. “Heya babe, you called?” her loud voice rang down the phone. “Yeah I wanted to talk to you about something. Remember about the couple of amazing nights that I've had with Owen? Well, I think I have gotten more confident about my fantasies and want to share them with him. I was to have a three sum, with owen and another. His name was Madhan and was in his thirties. He wasn’t tall enough but had a masculine body. He might be hitting to gym often. He dropped me at room and asked to trouble him anytime if I needed anything.I took bath and left to office, it was a typical government office with all old furniture and people in their fifties. By the time it was 0530 , most of the formalities were completed, but I had to come there tomorrow also. I cursed my luck and took an auto to the lodge.Looking very tired,.