There was a candy striper chomping at the bit to wheel Les into her room. I told her I was proud of her and kissed her on the head. Les, not the candy...striper. I also said I'd stop in before the surgery.I went up to the room a couple of hours later. I'd ordered an enema for Les, just to make sure since she had breakfast. I asked her if she liked my surprise and she stuck out her tongue. I told her I was proud of her again.Mom grabbed my arms as I was leaving. She gave me a kiss that told me she. “Sorry,” she said again and stretched. “It’s been a while since someone woke me up in the morning. Once I get the sense of you, it won’t be a problem.” She flipped back onto her stomach and asked him to rub her arse again, as he had before.Sean was happy to oblige, now she was awake. Lee drew a deep breath in through her nostrils and could smell his cologne, his personal scent and a hint of his sweat. She registered how his hand felt sliding over her skin, the light calluses and long. “Prince Roger, that’s a hot suit you’re wearing.” Mo said with a flirty sound to her voice. I didn’t hear Roger’s reply. She giggled. Mo had played first base on our college softball team where she didn’t have to cover long distances so much as react quickly. She was curvier than either Angela or myself. More naked, too. I wanted to see Roger react to her.He did. “Miss Mo, I appreciate your suit. However, I’m with Jar.”Mo responded. “It doesn’t look like she’s with you.”He blushed. “That’s. Some men have lived for a week afterward because we cauterize the wound to staunch the bleeding. The remains are buried at five points on the compass. Our priests believe it ensures the man will wander the afterlife in torment."Symington gulped noticeably."That is actually the most humane death we offer traitors," Jorgarn continued without pause. "Women are dealt with even more harshly. Generally, we allow them to be used for sexual gratification for several weeks – usually until they are.