Vo palang par baithi thee. Main do glass whiskey ke bhar laya. Maa peena nahin chahti thee lekin maine zid ki,” Rekha, bas last peg, meri khatir. Me...e pyar ki khatir ek drink nahin pee sakti?” Vo muskura padi,” vilas tere pyar ki kahtir to jaan hazir hai, beta. La mujhe apne haathon se pila, beta!” Main bhi maa ki bagal mein baith gaya aur glass usske honthon se laga kar sharab pilane laga. Maa ki ankhon mein lal dore umadne lage. Main jaan boojh kar usske galon ko sparsh karne laga. Rekha. Of course! Shana thought of our household as a kind of small village of women with one man-servant and me as queen. She knew I had Roberto fucking me and she assumed I was trying to get pregnant. I almost laughed aloud until the implications of the rest of what she said sunk in. "Give children to my subjects?" My God! It made sense. I wasn't the only woman who missed Josh and, now that I thought about it, Roberto wasn't always as ardent as I had expected. And ... and what about my "subjects?". No more work.’ ‘Would you like to work for me, Mathieu?,’ she asked. ‘Know nothing. Me freak,’ he replied but she pulled his head towards her and kissed his forehead. ‘You shall be my escort from now on,’ she told him. She told the driver to continue and the car set off, taking them out of the city. During the drive she told him a little about herself. Her maternal grandfather had been part of the Schneider family which had set up an engineering empire in Le Creusot in Burgundy in France. He. “You mean I can’t get enough?”“Yes!” I grinned.“Are you complaining?”“You asked that already! We didn’t have much chance to talk last night.”“You wanted to talk?”“It’s necessary for a relationship, though I suppose we needed to get this out of our system!”“Out of our system?” she asked.“Yes. We fucked ourselves silly last night. Next time, we’ll talk and make love and sleep in each other’s arms.”She turned and looked at me, “You won’t do this with me again?”“I didn’t say that! You want a.