This was a fact that often relaxed the sometimes tense Susan Flanagan into contemplative introspection.Sister Sue was not what one would call "Beautif...l".In fact, a casual observer would be hard-pressed to describe her as "Pretty".A totally fair and balanced appraisal would acknowledge that she was both young and pleasing of face with a female figure of some considerable desirability. But, of course, all of that was most decided ... moot. Sue took the rules and vows seriously and strived to. We picked up trays and moved through the serving line making selections from the various items available before moving to a table for four to eat. From the selection of food available, it appeared to be dinner time on the ship. We were down to the dessert when a Special Operations Lieutenant approached our table and saluted.“Colonel Royal would like a few minutes of your time, sir,” he informed the Colonel.“All right,” she agreed before turning to us. “I’ll see you back at the cabins,” she told. .. to become their chosen king. I had done what generations of feuding lords had not; bring the entire Southern Duchies together for a single great cause, and under the sword of a single man. The crown was there, offered to me for my taking ... and I said 'No'. Three times. The Foole couldn't believe it and he spent the next week trying to talk me into accepting it, and he nearly succeeded, but Gwenda told me that I'd be miserable within a year, and I'd start to lop off annoying noble heads. After one of our seasons of fucking, Tammy asked me what I thought about her daughter. I told her I thought she needed to grow up a bit and take a bit more responsibility. That was when she hit me with it. “No, do you think she looks fine, unattractive, or just okay.” Well, even if the young lady was fine, who was I to say, plus, to her own mom, whom I am fucking almost every day. Plus, I am 29, so what am I to say, she is a bit younger than me. That was when Tammy told me she knew Jennifer was.