The usual bells and whistles started to meld into one droning sound as Laylah sat on the bench closest to the gate that she was leaving. She adjusted ...he dress she was wearing and smoothed the wrinkles in her lap as she produced a velvet covered journal from the simple handbag that she had brought with her. Her mind was full of anticipation, and she knew she had to write it the thoughts down; after all, they could make for some interesting poetry at a later date.As she removed the cap from her. “You will be safe here, Marina. You will find I am not such a cruel master. I can even be a generous lover, though sometimes I can take more than a woman has to give. You will be fed the finest food and spared the touch of any other man. When you die you will be entombed in my mausoleum, a place of honor, and if you bear me sons your name will be written in gold as one who birthed an heir of the God-King. Daughters will be returned to your homeland to be raised by your next of kin. I believe. The second time (and on a dare from that group, after she’d impressed them so much) she did it at a very big party, a high society event—passing herself off as the real Lara, just to see if she could get away with it. And she had. Margie still wondered if Lara herself had ever found out about it. She might have, for the thing had got a ton of press, thanks to the embarrassing antics of some other celebrities in attendance. And also the dress she’d chosen to appear in. It had been rather. It was tight and it was juicy and oh so smooth, it was making me get really close to an orgasm, damn she felt super. So along with pulling out the knife I pulled out too, to cool off and have a beer. This is thirsty work. I gave Gabriela some of the hard stuff, strong, it would give her some relief from the pain. I hoped it would even reduce her anger level and possibly give her the ability to let go and get a little crazy as I?d heard she would do when celebrating after a victory in battle..