”“That still leaves the question of how best to have a foursome?”, Sue persisted.“Well,”, I replied, “I think that we should experiment. W...e should try any combination that anyone suggests and decide afterwards what we like best. We may not be able to try every possibility today, but there can be many more Sundays.”Sue was rather excited by now. “Let's get going then.”Sue Rob and I got the boat under way again, then Sue and Gene resumed their sun baking, leaving Rob and me to sail the boat. We. I’ll help you. Fair exchange?”I couldn’t speak. My throat was tight. I nodded. Maureen’s hand squeezed mine. I looked at those entwined hands, and gently squeezed back.“I’m not going to kiss you again, Paul,” Maureen said. “Not now. It would mean too much, wouldn’t it?”I nodded again.“But...”What Maureen might have said was lost. James woke up with a start. He cried for a few seconds and then looked at us.“Dink?” he asked.“We’ll have to go to get one,” I said.James looked at me and my hand in. The need to stop and visit in every population center had added weeks, if not months, to his trip to Wellington.“Smile,” Genrico urged from his left shoulder.“They expect a gracious king,” Jonathan added from his right. He heard laughter from behind him from his two closest advisers.Joseph’s teeth gleamed in the late-summer sunlight – a rarity because few in Azkoval had many teeth.He walked from side to side of the small lane and shook men’s dirty hands and kissed women’s dirty cheeks. Several. They did not hide their faces. Some were young. Most were older. Unlike the guards, these men did not approach the women, but stood off to the side, watching.As the women watched the men in front of them in confusion, they recognized one face. It was their boss, the great American tycoon that owned the pageant. The women weatched in panic and confusion as their employer faced the group of men and addressed them"Gentlemen, as promised, the product is here for you to consume. I know you all have.