“You’re a nice looking woman. It turns out you can actually talk, and I really like the sound of your voice - I’ve always been partial to altos ...- and I’m sure you have a story or two to tell, and I do too. Janet is expecting me to make mad passionate love to you for an hour or so, so we have some time to kill. Can you think of anything better to do?”Rhonda was beginning to realize that she was in no danger. He actually wanted to talk to her! She couldn’t remember the last time a man had said he. Hmmnnnn ... what is here to be smitten and bewitched and swept off one's feet about here? Perhaps he should cut it clean and share it out with me so that I can in the very end bust a gut and cackle and roar out at me. Womanizer ... lady-killer!"How can I help you?" I ask gently and mildly nice while I peep and check a glimpse out at him. He is well-proportioned and very nice-looking. This is the generously truth and it hits and batters me up in the face like I have been slapped hard and. Kieran paced his silent, cat-footed way around the bed which stood in the centre of the big room, examining his lover from all angles.The boy in the bed, unaware that he was being watched by lustrous blue eyes, shifted in his sleep, the long fall of his autumn brown hair spread out on the pillow like a halo. A strand fell into his face making his nose wrinkle in a way that struck Kieran as adorable. He reached out one black furred hair and flicked away the offending lock, surprised that the boy. However, in the feudal system of loyalty, I had no power to change any policy or command uttered by the Patron. For example, on our own initiative, Toad and I had allowed gays into the 49, but that was our business, something that we ran. We could do nothing to minimize the fury of Patron within his own organization at betrayal or theft.The Captain was another feudal artifact: a retainer. He was my blood, a bastard uncle (his words), the result of a night when the Patron indulged himself with.