Of course, there had to be a celebration. Luckily the King paid for it. Later, I learned it came out of the taxes I paid.Of course, neither Meadow nor...I had appropriate clothes for either event. Another round of shopping followed: clothes, shoes, jewelry, makeup, hairdressers. The list seemed endless. Luckily, I could borrow a coach from a friend for the occasion. Unfortunately, I was still the Royal Judge, and court was in session. Plus I needed to brief my replacement. Luckily, I had worked. And in the way of girls everywhere, they laughed a little, cried a little and became friends.Judged clean enough for the house, the pair returned to the house. A steaming copper and enameled hip bath was sitting on the white kitchen tile. Wendy stripped, and luxuriated in the hot water.While she soaked, her fire suit was washed, her shoes, gloves and balaclava cleaned as well as could be expected; the mud of French Flanders is particularly greasy ... all that soaked-in blood.Toweled dry, and. She just told me how it is and that is that end of that story. No discussion, no changes, no negotiations."Stunned silence prevailed."Of course, if she goes back to the same Tammy no one's going to believe it. Hell, I don't believe it, and she told me twice."We just sat there for awhile, and then I drank the tea that Lana had brought me. Nature called and I went inside to take care of it. There was Tammy just being her same old self. She saw me came up and kissed me on the cheek and thanked me. We will not do just plain sex; let’s play a game before we fuck. She was annoyed. She said you are not a kid any more to play games. Cut the crap and just take me down. I promised her she would love it, just hear me out at least. She agreed to hear the proposition. I told her the name of the game and the rules.The game was strip poker, with a slight customisation in it. The rules were simple. We were not playing poker anyway as that would consume a lot of time. We were just going to play high.