" Oh," I said. I felt like part of me collapsed inside. "It was like staying at home with your mom."Emphatically came her response. "No. Not at all. T...e tranquility – that was nice. The intelligent conversation..." You did most of the talking..." I guess I did, didn't I? Sorry." Don't be. I enjoyed listening. You're an intelligent girl and I'm thinking you've suppressed that for a long time." I tire of being the weird one. Being uppity with my language. Tired of having to soft-pedal being. Holy shit, my lover is trying to inculcate the vision of my nephew jerking off, thinking about me, his aunt.He really knows me too well; even if I hadn't thought about this dirty and forbidden (is it forbidden?) thing before, my mental pictures went into that direction.Seeing Luke. Imagining him on his bed. In the evening - the blanket over him. Trying to get some release. His hand down in his trowsers. Massaging his prick. He may have some pictures of the girls or women around him in his head. "Tell me, darling."She shook her head again.He spoke more firmly. "Tell me, Lottë."That man ... That Lawrence Baptistson. I could feel him ... doing it to me." It was a dream, my precious one, and it's never going to happen again." I know. I know but I haven't had that dream for ages. Oh, Uncle Robin! What do I do?"He shifted so that he was sitting on the bed. He gathered her up and sat her on his lap with his arms round her, nestling her like a small child."Nothing, my darling Lottë. Just wait. She began to remember the things that she had done with him, and with the Princess, and with the slaves, while under the influence of the drugs, and came to realise that she had enjoyed everything and wanted more. With her husband away in Venice, Kate was lost; the sexual appetite that he had roused was throbbing within her body and needed a release, so when she came to Elaheh with her problems, the Princess knew exactly what to do.At a nod from her, the lithe British girl was quickly stripped.