"Do they go on like that all the time?" I asked Barb."This is just a mild difference of opinion about an unimportant matter. Wait till you hear them t...lk about politics." No thanks. I'll be somewhere else that day."We stopped outside Barb's bedroom. We kissed passionately for almost a minute. The sound of the discussion got louder as Jack and Helen came upstairs. I quickly moved my hands from Barb's ass to a more modest part of her back.I broke off kissing Barb when I heard Helen giggle. Jack. I had never laid eyes upon the Duke before this day and I prayed with all my soul that I could have avoided it now. He was tall and angular with a hard, cruel face. His head was shaven and he wore a pointed black goatee. All of his clothes which deep, shimmering black, as if reflecting his soul to the world. My blood ran cold. Hands behind his back, he walked confidently to my prostrate form."Do you know who I am, boy?" he commanded. I whispered that I did. He signaled that I was to stand. .."I guess Dad must've had enough of the character assassination. "In case you don't remember correctly, darling wife of mine, I had to pass the message to you on a banana peel. The slightest hint and your father would have beheaded both of us."Mom smiled at the memory. For argument's sakes though, she pressed on. "What about our honeymoon? You didn't say a single thing, you know!"Dad pretented to explode, although we were all laughing on the insides. "WHAT honeymoon? We were barely fifteen, we. ” He stumbled over what to call her.“Elaina will do,” she told him kindly.Another brief glance, though this time he held her eyes for a second. “Elaina,” he repeated, then withdrew again, uncertain of himself.“Are you being treated well? If there are any problems, please tell me, and I will resolve the matter.” Five days she had been coming to him, to make sure he was well, and the Dwarves weren’t making his life miserable, but each day he had chosen to remain quiet. She could have aligned with.