"OK, Mom, I'll do it." Good. But remember, it's not a game. Here at home I expect you to alwayscurtsy, under all circumstances. Any other place it is ...voluntary. Everytime when you forget or you don't do it right, you get a negative point.With ten such points -- Hmm, what could we do in that case? Oh, yes, thenyou'll spend a day in my brother's costume. First, you won't like that.Whenever you get less than ten points in a day, you'll get a small rewardof my choosing. So, if you are agreed, then. The hair on his broad back was long enough for Diana to get her fingers tangled right inside. But at least he spoke Greek. Of a sort. Not like the Roman centurion who'd fucked Diana for so long just a couple of hours ago. He'd spoken Vulgar Latin and some words of Aramaic from where he'd been stationed before being relocated to Smyrna. But even though she could hardly understand half what he said, he'd been a pretty good fuck. The sort that reminded Diana of why she'd chosen to dedicate herself. I didn't mean to scare you like that."Suddenly she was shaking and tears were coming to her eyes. I jumped up and took her in my arms. She sobbed against my chest for a couple of minutes then pulled back."I'm sorry," she said with a sniffle, "I didn't mean to react like that. I know you were just trying to play. It's just that with everything that is going on, I guess I've been more scared than I wanted to admit." Scared of what?" I don't know, everything, nothing. It's just this whole thing. ‘Quite well, Claudette,’ he responded with a mischievous smile playing around his lips, ‘Though I do have something for you,’ he grinned, bringing his hands out from behind his back and presenting her with a delicate box from the patisserie. ‘What’s this?’ Claudette asked, lifting an eyebrow. ‘I was walking by the patisserie today and noticed that they had financiers and lemon cakes for sale. And I recalled that you favor those pastries, is that correct?’ Fredrick looked at her, suddenly.