I nodded, trying to look relaxed instead of the impatience I felt. Hisanswering a question with a question was getting on my last freakingnerve. "Well... I sure as hell am not call you 'Jack'," I said.He took a second or two before answering. "You can call me Matthew, Isuppose." He tapped his chest. "That's who I was before I became her... I mean, you."I narrowed my eyes at him, practically seeing the holes in hisexplanation. "But that wasn't who you've always been, right? The manthe Order. The next moment I’d heard a raised voice, then a bump and a yell, closely followed by a scream from Jenny.I automatically rushed to the front door and got there to see Paul sitting on the floor with his nose pouring with blood. I’d looked out of the still open door and saw a thickset man getting into the driver’s seat of a big BMW. I’d watched helplessly as he drove off without even looking back. I never saw his face but I did ensure that I remembered the car’s registration number.Paul’s anger. She now had soft skin and a few of the maid's more noticeable age spots had disappeared. Derwen's friend was in very good cheer during the day and she loved how I now occasionally nibbled on her ears in public, showing the staff her new status as one of my lovers.The day after my return, I explained to Derwen how we'd killed Baron Basina's heir at the market village battle and that they were the Caldavian family that had captured Laudus and her sisters. We schemed to spread a rumor in Conquest. I was only eight years old when I saw my Auntie Rose’s pussy up under her wedding dress just sitting there all shaven and smelling like perfume and flowers. The only other pussy I had seen was Elaine Lynch’s in the cloak room at the Saint Bernard’s elementary school in the old neighborhood. She had accidently wet them in the bathroom and taken them off hoping her short uniform skirt would hide her goodies without being discovered. She was trying to get the basketball from the top of the locker.