The key slips into the slot easily and a green light tells me I have the right key for the right room.I ease the door open slowly, enter the short hal...way, and ease the door closed behind me. I can only see the end of the king-size bed down the short hallway in front of me. I hear nothing.As I round the corner, the scene is as I imagined earlier.You lie propped up slightly on a couple of pillows. One small lamp in the corner on the desk casts a dim light on your body.You look over, ease two. I heard one of the women in the trio was a supermodel back on Earth. All I know is that the women played a spirited game, and were cheered on by a male concubine who was a completely campy effeminate cheerleader. After the match I talked to the man and it was clear he was acting during the game. I guess he's not very good on the ice, so he asked if he could cheer for his mistress and her other concubines. They agreed, but not if he acted masculine.I wish I was with Erica while we were at. ”After the women were carefully checked, and antibacterial ointment and bandages dispensed, Jon finally checked Paul. He was dead and Jon felt absolutely no remorse about it. He pronounced him dead then rose to leave the room. The women followed as he went into the dining room and poured a cup of coffee before sitting at the table to drink it. They each fixed their drink of choice and took seats also. When they were all seated, Honor spoke to one of the older boy children. “Go find Timmy and. As she does so the throne silently swivels around to face her. “Right on time,” the Emperor says, his pale yellow eyes gleaming with approval as he notes her choice of outfit. Mara bows her head demurely as she curtsies, “As you commanded, my Master.” Palpatine dismisses her formality with a wave of his hand, motioning her forward. “Come here, my dear. Kneel before me and service your Emperor.” “Yes, Master.” Walking across the chamber Mara climbs the steps to the throne platform and kneels on.