Not yet.But so close.Taking a deep breath, she looked at the clock. 11am. One more hour until she’d have to pick up her daughter at daycare. Four...more until her boyfriend Tevon came home from work to scream at her again, tell her she was a lazy bitch with no discipline… or maybe he’d switch up the verbal abuse this time from the morning’s tirade.Keep it together. “Okay,” she whispered. Dishes and laundry were almost done. Dinner done, meals packed for work tomorrow and her daughter’s lunch. "Excellent," she said, "I win!" What?" I said.She pointed at my naked crotch. "Victoria said that you'd be really well hung." Oh thanks," I said. "Hang on; aren't you supposed to be the slave?" Pooh!" she said sitting up on her heels and leaning forward to display a cleavage that was doing it's best to help my insulted member to redeem its reputation. "Wives aren't slaves in Kushtia, they are valued possessions. Anyway, you owe us an explanation." Explanation?" We were a happy bunch of girls,. Even though we sleep together, she has her room, in case of company, or family dropping by. She stopped me in the hallway. Ive got something for you she said with a sly smile. A smile that I knew from experience meant I usually would enjoy whatever-it-was she had planned. I smiled back. What, sweety ? Youll like it she said as she started to undo the buttons on her shirt. Very slowly and teasingly, she was doing a strip tease, even though Im sure she probably hadnt ever seen one before. She. ‘Each of us is tutored by a god or goddess, the deity of war. You should have been trained from the age of eighteen.’ I pursed my lips. At eighteen I’d been locked in my parents’ attic. At thirteen my past life memories had come rushing in, driving me mad and it was assumed I was merely schizophrenic. With no doctor to treat me in our small town I’d been stowed away as a secret, only able to run away five years ago. If my parents were still alive I had no idea, and frankly I didn’t care. ‘It.