"It got back to me that he was bragging to his friends that he'd be, and I quote, 'fucking the flute player' before the date was over. That sort of in...ormation puts a girl on alert, you know." She looked at me. "And in case you completely misread my character, Mister Stonewall Jackson, he most certainly did NOT. I do, however, think that he saw me as worth a second try, which leads us to the day he and you had your energetic conversation. I did not, even prior to meeting you, see him as. You have yet to meet your master, but have been entrusted under the training of Mistress Jade. Over the last month since your reanimation, Mistress Jade has nursed you back to health and begun instructing you on how to serve as a concubine. You have heard from your more experienced sister wives that Mistress Jade can be just as cruel as she had been caring. She is whatever that is required to give her master an ever increasing pool of nubile young flesh for his harem. It is her practice to give. Their steps were small and it took twice as long to cover the distance than everyone else, but in circumstances such as these there was no hurry. They both selected a rose and shuffled up to the grave. ‘Goodbye,’ Jake said softly, letting a single rose fall from his hand. It flipped end over end and bounced off the lid of the coffin, disappearing down the thin gap that separated Brian’s new home from the sheer walls of earth that surrounded it. ‘I’ll never forget you,’ Penny whispered. She got. Er, women now, I guess . . . running around just as naked. But would someone do something about that ugly monkey, please? God, I’ve never seen anything that hideous before!” The jibe towards his friend was all a part of their competitive nature, and the insult was taken with the usual grain of salt. Ted mockingly threatened to kick sand in Brian’s face, then reached out an arm to help him up instead.“Ouch! I’ve got to go and wash my pussy off” Marsha declared. “This peasant has it all covered.