The musical Chess didn’t have its premiere until four years after Our Last Summer was released.”“All that from that assignment?”“I had to wr...te a paper, remember?”“What else did you discover? You were very careful not to listen to those albums when anyone else was around!”“I have a reputation to protect!” I insisted.“Oh, please! You have a Barry Manilow album! I think your reputation can survive having listened to ABBA!”“Don’t be so sure!”“The one person most likely to give you grief about it. And he was hairy as a gorilla. He was also catholic, and wanted a large crucifix on his chest. Slick told him he would have to shave his chest to get the tattoo right. Dom was past trashed by now and agreed. Slick took an old fashioned straight razor and strapped it until he though it was sharp enough. He soaped up Doms’ chest and started shaving, stopping after every stroke to rinse the razor. Then it happened. A cosmic alignment of consequences. Slick was shaving around the right nipple when. The Princess nodded in agreement, pulling her body against mine.“This sounds like an arranged marriage proposal. I can’t help wondering how you feel about me. We haven’t courted, and I have a harem of women; you don’t know me,” I continued, dropping my voice.“After today, I need your support for the good of this province. My people are about to learn that half of our warriors are dead. This victory is a disaster. Yet, your praises are on the lips of our warriors. Their lips will spread a tale. At the village center, she turned east and headed down that dirt trail she knew so well. The same one she had followed, going the other way, going into the village, the day her family died.When she came to the fork in the trail she stopped and just stood there staring for a long time. The right fork would lead her deeper into the forest and to the base of Solomon's tower. The left fork would take her on to Everton, taking her right past the small clearing where Vian had built their cottage..