“You should leave a statue in each of the cities that you conquer and suggest to the people that they thank the Goddess you serve for the restraint ...hown by your troops. Tell them that those who worship her will find their harvests are larger, their herds grow faster, and their women have fewer problems giving birth.”I rode south from Madytos with half of my troops, following the road to Elaeus, our final target before Thessalonike. I’d assigned troops and sentries to form a loose picket line. Nuts! Blue nuts.“What do you want to eat for breakfast?”Groucho Marx was never given a better straight line for a double entendre. “Your muff-in, of course.”“That would be nice!”“No, that would be good!”“Good Lord! Morning?”“What do naughty girls say in the morning?”“What?” she giggled.“Lord! Its good in the morning!”More giggling, that ended when my mouth reached her nether parts and began to nibble on her nookie. “Ooo! That IS good! Am I Jill Claybourne?”“Your Candy all grown up and now. That is, if I pass muster with you,’ she corrected with a smile. ‘Thank the stars!’ exclaimed Mandy. ‘From the way Birdie talked, you were one of those middle aged women she prefers for the lunch crowd. Oh! I don’t mean anything bad by that, it’s just…’ ‘Don’t worry,’ Sara soothed, ‘I’m overweight and not all that attractive. I know it and I deal pretty well with it. So, where do I start?’ Sara caught on to the routine of the place quickly, learned the entire menu by the end of the night and. A 5-star hotel always takes at least 30 minutes to get the room service, so we thought we would have another peg while waiting. She had her drink, but immediately rushed to the washroom and started vomiting.I followed her and helped her by holding up her head. Some of the vomit got onto her dress.Saying “sorry,” she just collapsed on me.Somehow I got her out of the washroom and put her on the bed. I looked at her entire body.“Shall I remove your dress and wash it?” I asked her.She replied,.