First came the two guards from before, then two more pairs, all women in the same armor. Then came two women, but unlike the guards, they were complet...ly nude and unarmed. From the fact that one held a giant fan of peacock feathers, and the other a tray of juicy fruit, Artemus guessed they were the Queen’s slaves. Then she appeared. Artemus had heard many things of Queen Cleopatra of the Nile, some rumors, others true. Seeing her in person though made him realize that even the rumors. At last, she drove into the gravel drive of her own home and was surprised to see the battered Chevie belonging to her son. Her heart leaped into her mouth and a wave of relief fell upon her. It would be so good to see him even though she had to break some terrible news. For some reason she couldn't understand, she was looking forward to his knowing. Well, she didn't blame herself. Enough had happened this morning to turn any woman's mind into an insane tangle of contradictory desires and. Fortunately, she had a close friend that worked in the emergency room at Saint Vincent’s that took care of the entire thing. She was eternally grateful but was severely distressed over the fact that the young man was laughing the entire time. It was lesson she learned the hard way and after that she decided to chance random coitus with strange visitors in little encounters that were fraught with danger and excitement at being caught in the act by one of the other sisters certain to accuse her. Sara didn’t know how embarrassed she should be at that moment.‘I heard you…well coming. I kinda couldn’t help that huh.’ She smiled.‘Loud huh…. Well can’t help that. It just happens that way. I get caught up in my own body and wow…. You know.’ She nodded.‘You do it Sara? Masturbate?’ she asked.Sara didn’t speak for a minute. All she could do then was nod her head.‘Do you fantasize at all during it? I mean I do and sometimes they get pretty erotically charged.’ Karen added.Sara nodded.