Red was stuck in the kitchen wearing only an apron. She couldn’t walk to our room to put anything on without walking by our friends. One of the coup...es we had only just met and they weren’t aware of Red's love of being naked all the time. Red wasn’t planning on being naked but now she was stuck. I invited them in and we walked into the kitchen area. Red just stood there with a spoon in their hand and only an apron on. She had that deer in the headlights look. We all stopped and had a moment of. Looking at the walls more closely, she discovered that they were, indeed, decorated with what she thought were nasty pornographic bedroom scenes depicting couples in various forms of sex, some more possible than others. It reminded her of a magazine one boyfriend had shown her, trying to get her to suck him.She did begin to understand the routine, and the pecking order in the harem. There were four privileged women, who had private suites. Davina was one of them but who the others might be she. Perhaps things had changed on Nilfeheim while I was gone, but I didn’t bet on it.He went on. “Are you a water polo fan? Is that why you go to Nilfeheim?”“Sorry I don’t even know what Water polo is. I am from Nilfeheim. I am going home.”He stared at me as if I told him I didn’t know what walking is.“A water polo team consists of seven players. We play ball in a pool. There are goals and we try to put the ball into the other teams’ goal, at the same time we are to prevent them from doing the same. It pissed me off."First, let me say that I am TRULY, COMPLETELY, my father's son. I find each and everyday that I seem to be following in his footsteps. It seems that for all my life I've never known my father. Here's to me reaching out to him and building a better relationship with him". Mom was too busy gossiping with one of the patrons to listen or care. 'Dad' was hurling daggers at me with his look. I could see the hatred in his eyes. I was sure he could see the same look in my eyes.