"Hello, Parth, how have you been?"Partheon turned his balding head towards her, the grayness of his beard looking particular pale in the morning light... "Better than you, apparently. The watchmen told me they found you lying on the ground outside the camp early this morning in a state of ... well, you know." The battle yesterday was quite the ordeal, especially for me. I needed a little ... well, you know." Partheon grinned. Asiara was always glad to have Partheon around. The age difference. The bed had been neatly made with pink sheets and navy blue comforter. In the back corner sits a vanity with various hairbrushes and makeup containers and bottles of lotions and potions semi organized on its surface. He stared at the dresser across from him, his dresser, the surface now devoid of anything, clear packing tape sealed each drawer, his vision took in the room, the door to walk-in closet, and bathroom is set in the wall to his right. He breathed in noisily through his nose, his. When I cook, you actually let me cook, and not try to be the second cook in command. You never give me shit when I just want some time with my friends. I know how much you hate all the noise they make when we watch the football games and all the cigar smoke too. You never try to hide this naked body that lies before me. I've also never had to ask you for permission on anything, face it, sweetie, you are the perfect wife," he explained, before he kissed me. "Well, its not like you have asked me. I don't want you to keepaway from Harry. I want him to have you as often as he feelslike it. If he's shagging you, he'll leave me alone. Aren't youa lucky bitch, you'll have both Harry and me screwing you." No, please," but even I heard the insincerity in my voice."Don't try and kid me, Jenny, you're cock happy and I canpromise you, cock is what you are going to get. Harry has eightinches and it's thick, you'll love it."She got up from her armchair, (my armchair, was she subjugatingme to that.