It was not bad, Reg decided, for a shop-bought meal. The ones he had experienced at home had left a lot to be desired in comparison. This prepared mea... must be from a higher-class store that focussed on quality and taste.There was a bit of giggling from the girls during the meal, as they discussed Reg, particularly his admission in class that he was thinking of girls. Freda demanded of him, “Reg, was it girls in general, or some specific girls, that you were thinking about?”“Um, both at the. ‘If even the highly intelligent Pushpa is not sure, then I shall wear my sword and pistol with my full uniform. What Princess Lisa will bring I know not but I am sure she will prepare herself appropriately.’ I spoke in a normal voice ‘Will you convey our formal acceptance to the Queen?’ ‘Yes, Prince Harold.’ Pushpa dropped into a low curtsey, splaying her fine draperies wide across the spur-scarred boards of my mundane office. Then she rose lightly to her feet, kissed me again, veiled herself. Mum meanwhile was in her seventeenth week. I was at home. I shared a small apartment with some guy we all just called “Flanders”. I didn’t know his real name but he nearly never was at home and no one knew what he studied but his room looked like a chapel. I had had few talks with him and after all he was a nice guy but would not become my best friend; anyways the good thing about it was that I was alone at home, when I was at home, nearly always. The cell rang while I worked on physiology.“Hey. If you’re a good boy,” she said. “But first, answer me this. Do you want it badly enough, that you would let me do this to you, with some of my hetaerae watching?”“I wouldn’t care at all,” Thompson answered, precum leaking out of him at the thought.“And if those hetaerae were your own daughters?”, she said, tonguing his ear. “If Anna and Liz were here, would you want them to see their own father like this?”“I don’t fucking care about anything right now,” said Thompson. Alice’s free hand rebuked.