I didn’t know what to make of it so I finished my job and left. I returned outside, my wife asked if anyone was in there because she had to go too a...nd the women’s was closed for the winter. The guy from the center stall came out and went away. In a sudden mischievous impulse I said I didn’t think so but the center stall was the only toilet that worked and told her to just go right into that stall and she’d be able to go. I would stand near the door for her. She went in, and entered the stall,. Instead, we..."Bickering. Bob could tell that the initial shock of slavery had worn off. The concubines on the ship had accepted their new lot, more or less. They had uniformly become comfortable with perpetual nudity. New youthful, beautiful bodies had helped there. But suddenly being part of a polygamous family was completely at odds with their most fundamental beliefs. Many of them didn't like it. As always, it was the wives -- the former wives -- who had the most trouble.Thankfully, not a. She brought out things in me I thought were long dead. And being lovers didn't always mean just having sex. She had never read a Harry Potter book or seen the movies. I had the full set of books. The last book had just come out, and I had it, but hadn't read it yet. So, over a period of weeks, she would spend at least an hour a night reading, curled in one of my easy chairs, while I puttered, or read or just sat and watched her read. Then we might watch a movie, or go to a park, or window. You ached. You sighed. How would you bear telling me? How could you look me in the eye? You didn’t cry. You heard something. It was a scratching. It was coming from the direction of the hearth. You forced yourself to sit up. You looked over at the box on the hearth. It was open. It was a heavy cardboard box. It had been covered in flowered wrapping paper, but it had no top and there was pale green fabric inside. There came a thumping and scratching from inside the box. You were so alarmed and.