I knew I should feel some kind of remorse but I didn't. What I thought was that I was sorry there would be some other piece of trash who would take ov...r. The business would go on because they needed the business it really didn't need anyone of them to continue. The business would always be there in some form to pray on the innocent trying to cope.The only way to kill the business was to kill the customers and no one was ready for that yet. If it ever came to that cut the junk with rat poison.. For one thing there was no castle and no rock either, come to that, apparently the over-master clan who used to rule the country hated the thing and used the rock itself to make buildings and the city walls. The rest was similar to Troianova though instead of silvered mirror-like windows, the Albanese had chosen gold. As for the people, well the native dialect came across more Polish sounding to me and there was a lot of bio-adaption and body enhancement amongst the natives, something Albany. But not enough to be able be hide myself. It would take another couple minutes for me to close my legs. But I would never be the same.Arinze sat beside me, stroking my head and hair, as I recovered enough to turn towards him and curl up into a fetal position. I loved the feeling of his touch like this. I felt safe, and oh, so satisfied. After laying like this for a while I realized he was stroking my breasts. Pinching my nipples. I normally love this, but I was so drained I hadn't even. Only when there was no sign beyond a lump in the material did hepick up the sleeve and place it back in his pouch.The baby Gorlois had become was still asleep. He lifted her gently anddressed her in the gown. "Farewell, old friend," he said softly as he sether down in the crib next to Morgause and kissed her on the forehead.Surprised at his actions, he did the same to Elaine in her bed.He sighed as he walked over to Ygraine's bed. There could be no repeat oflast night. 'Best t'be gone when.