By the way, why are you three so happy this morning? I would think with all that's happened you would be a little more concerned."Before I could answe..., Sally came in looking like she was sleepwalking and sat down, asking for tea. I got up and went to my desk and got the pouch I had gotten yesterday. I walked back in, sat down, and slid it across the counter to her. She looked at me in a quizzical way as she opened it. It took her a few minutes to realize what she had in her hands. When she saw. I get to pick cute little things like June and Sandra and Maria.Without much of a plan, I end up at Sandra’s apartment. I have no plan or alias. “Hi, I’m Sarah, would you like to be a slut for me?” That’s about as far as I got. Thankfully, she wasn’t home. Her roommate, also cute, but not yummy looking, told me Sandra was at the gym for a yoga class that was going to start shortly.It hits me: yoga is perfect. Relaxed? Check. Sexy? Check. Suggestible? Check. At least I could start there and see. "Hello, Briar," I greeted her, "How is everything in Heaven?" As usual, Gareth," She replied, smiling, "None of your business."While I laughed, it occurred to me that this was the first time in a long time that I had found something truly funny without a belly full of wine. Now that was a sobering thought. I had come down to the Chapel to reminisce about my dead wife and consider the Phoenix's plan for me to help repair the faulty Resurrection magics. The two were related, as my wife was one of. I am Crown Prince Mustapha, the eldest son of the Emir. We met once at Stapleford Grange many years ago, while I was still at school."Veronica had only rarely visited her father after his second marriage, but she vaguely remembered an olive-skinned boy resplendent in cricket whites coming in to the Hall after playing at Sandiacre Cricket Club, and the following morning seeing him leaving in his black blazer and cap to go to school. A quick check of her dates left her guessing that he must be in.