What I want is for each tribe to develop on its own campsite, with variations in how they act, depending on local circumstances. They can work togethe..., producing trade items jointly, for the betterment of both, and I expect to see marriages between the two tribes. This leads to better genetics. That word means being physically able to adapt easily to new conditions, generation by generation.”“That is a weird concept, Chief, but I am getting used to you coming up with such odd ideas. Here’s one. Rose cuddled against me. She still had a hand trapped between Sam and Jen."What does novia Samantha need?" I asked. Somehow, Rose had become the first among equals. I'd noticed it Saturday night and as soon as Samantha, Jen, and Courtney came home on Sunday."Novia Samantha needs a wedding." We all caught our breath. A wedding?"I can't just marry Samantha!" I had a hundred reasons. I'd marry her if we weren't all in this relationship together and if I wasn't hung up on believing Rhonda would one. In front of them was the bed they were to commit the unholy act on. Queen-size, with white sheets and a lush pillow, it was the kind of bed that honeymooning couples used for their nightly frolics. That's exactly why Prem had chosen it for the night's main event."I'm guessing I'll have to choreograph you two lovebirds a little bit at the start. After that, unless you want my assistant here to join in the fun, I want you two to get into it in all earnest. Understood?"Vikram looked extremely. Penny licked her lips and smiled at her, though she didn't expect her to smile back."I'm happy to be here, Miss Parker," she said excitedly.Miss Parker held a long thin cane that she used for various purposes and she pointed it at Penny."Did you practice the homework that I gave you?" she asked as she sat opposite the young beauty.Penny, her heart skipping a beat, nodded. She had loved her homework, for she had practiced it every night before bed."Yes, Miss Parker," she said softly."Good, now.