Zander held me tightly as the lives off my past carved their memories into my brain. My knees gave out when the last of the visions raced across my mi...d. Zander cradled my head, whispering gently, stroking my hair. The feeling stopped. The pain was gone. A great relief washed over me, the tension ebbing away, leaving me wasted in Zander’s arms. Then a new feeling began to rise. Energy surging through me, hot, scalding, a torrent in my veins. My insides felt like they were burning, but it was I. " Charming grumbled under his breath as he sank upon one knee. "Give me your left foot please good fellow swineherd." The Prince said with ill concealed grace. "NO! I said your LEFT foot. Blithering idiot."The Prince carefully removed the bit of leather that passed for a shoe upon the swineherds foot and brought the slipper forward. To his unmitigated horror and the delight of the hot and sweaty troops with him (they really didn't care much for the spoiled rich boy after all you know) the. ”“I just...”“Your free-spirited girlfriend isn’t a slut because she has lots of sex with lots of people. She’s single, she can do whatever or whoever she wants. But she knew my wife was married and had sex with her anyway. All three of you did. So no, I don’t actually have to respect either of them. And especially not you.”Luke just swallowed, for there was nothing he could say. Though he didn’t want to hear it or face it, and he still didn’t like hearing people he cared about insulted like. Brenda assured me that the men would absolutely keep the secret. Then she told me, “You probably shouldn’t have said you’re fertile, it made them eager to knock you up, especially the black men.” and said she was too busy to count how many loads I took. Over breakfast the guys politely greeted us and acted normal, definitely keep the secret; no one pointed fingers or whispered about “the slut”. As the day passed, the guys did their best to assure me they knew I certainly did not instigate it,.