”“We have a few leads,” admitted Cook as he took a pull on his fresh brew. “We think Robinson was romantically involved with an unknown woman,...or women.”“No shit?” I exclaimed. “I guess you found some strange perfume, or a stray pussy hair at the scene, or even some lipstick on his dick? His lover shot him in a jealous rage?”“Hardly,” chuckled Cook before he once again chugged his beer and tossed the empty bottle into the recycle bin. “We found a very short clip on his laptop. I’ll be looking. Gwenda had already since bested her by bearing her fourth, and she also had another well on the way, soon to be born in Swanford, where the happy couples both spent their summers away from the court.Rowan and Gwenda were becoming increasingly uncomfortable with their roles as living legends and fixtures of the court, and had laid down the law to their Duchess that immediately, if not sooner, they planned to spend more time raising their growing brood of children in the green grasses of. Mom: where did you get all these?Me: I spied on you and saw everything which you’re doing with your staff and your boss and I would show all these thing to dad.Mom: please don’t do this. I would be ruined. I will do whatever you say.Me: Ok. Then…… you should obey me at all costs. First you would quit that job of yours and second….Mom: second what..?Me: I would also have the fun which your boss had.Mom: No, I would not do it. You’re my sonMe: Then I would show these things to dad.Mom: OkThat. Chris stole a glace at the ceiling to see burgundy and yellow curtains suspended over the top. There was a huge black desk housing numerous papers and quills. A wall length mirror stood across from a massive black set consisting of a chest of drawers, closet, and bureau. There were no windows, only black and white paintings of butterflies in flight. There was also an enormous round bed, scattered with burgundy, yellow, and black pillows, a canopy pulled to one side of it. Ebima watched Chris.