Without wasting another moment considering it, both men joined her at the table. When Gael reached for the bottle, his leathery baseball glove of a ha...d was smacked away by the queen’s own diminuitive one. An indignant look on her made-up, powdered face, Noémie swiftly fixed three drinks and passed two of them across the crystal-glass occasional table.“There we are. Now, to my reign?” Noémie queried, raising her glass.“To your reign,” intertwined the voices of her two advisors. Three glasses. Well, I decided todo what was in the best interest of us. That meant getting rid of thecompany. It's one less headache."I knew there was no point arguing further. I had to accept what she didbecause it was done. I asked, "So what do we do, now?" We? I'm going to retire to the life of a socialite and go work on theboards of charities. You can go mince about in your skirt like youalways wanted to." So that's it. You're going to be a socialite, and I'm going to be thegirl you share your house. The guard was better trained than I thought because he did exactly what I wanted.The girl went into a special room at one end of the house and we waited for the manacles to come. The girl was chained to a ring in the floor and the manacle went around one of her ankles. She had been crying like a baby all the time but I ignored her. When the door was shut it was also barred.The guard looked at me reproachfully and I said, "Think of her as a poisonous snake. She will cry and pretend that she is. My next thought made me wake up completely; I had been fucked in the ass! At that point it didn't matter in my mind who it was that had been there; just the fact that I had lost my anal virginity was enough to occupy my mind. I sat there on the bus looking around at the other women thinking to myself, “Who else has been fucked in the ass?”Something had changed in me; I was feeling a sense of completeness, of being more of a woman – Renaud had said, “A real woman is a three-hole woman,” and now.