But dying by avalanche was not on my list of expected dangers. This wasn't how great heroes fell on important quests. They died in epic last stands to...protect their friends or in daring charges that created the opening for their allies to defeat the enemy. They were not buried beneath rocks in something as pedantic as an avalanche.The rocks bounced around me. The ground rumbled. I knew I was dead. I just hoped my lyre wouldn't be harmed. It was a work of art, gifted to me when I graduated from. “This is one Hot slave you have Pat!” he remarked as he got up giving me a swat on my fanny.Pat smiled graciously and said, “Why thank you, Jerome, it’s so sweet of you to say that.”King stood up and said, “Men I think we’d better get cleaned up and get going soon, we have a meeting for a deal we don’t want to miss.” As he started for the shower, he said, “Come with me Slut.” I struggled to my feet and followed him, with his men close behind me. He stepped into the shower, adjusted the water. Fred approved of all of her. Her curly blond hair, the large glasses ... He may have ended up with two goddesses, but this was the type he had tended to be drawn to in high school and college. Apart from the hair color in many ways she was like Lisa. Especially when it came to her mind. Taylor and Anita were smart, but they weren't ... geeky. Or quick with a quote or bad pun. Fred hadn't known how much he missed that till now.He stopped them in front of the 24 hour diner, and Taylor looked at. She never left the house and grounds, it was her whole world. Lady Alger had friends with children, of course, and they would come to visit, but they almost never spoke to her. Neither did the servants, save for her own maid, Grace. The reason, as it was explained to her, was because she was dark skinned, a color that was a lovely, creamy caramel, but so different from the pale peaches and cream color of Lady Alger’s skin, and in fact, everyone else she had ever met. Lady Alger was not her.