The normally festive group seemed a bit more solemn this morning. The king looked hung over. There were four duels before Sir Maris took the field.The... king spoke. “For sleights and affronts to honor Sir Maris has challenged Glade to an honor duel to the death.” Murmurs and hushed conversation went through the crowd. The king sipped a drink that looked suspiciously like modern coffee.He turned to my lover. Sylva and I hung on either of his arms for “dramatic effect.” She was dressed in a sexy. That's been more or less my own experience of life, too; but it don't mean that you've got to act the blame fool and bring it on yourself. But it was my own fault that when Papa got home from the pulpwood, I was still sitting there admiring my brand-new shining quarter, and not a bed made or a floor swept. The minute I heard his step on the front porch, I flew up and started in; but of course it was too late. He stood in the doorway before I had hit a dozen licks with the broom, glaring at. It had sounded so sexy and exciting the night before, but I didn’t want to go to jail; I’d die if that happened. With that thought worming its way into my mind, I drifted into one of those sun-bathing sleeps, dreaming about being raped by one of those tough dyke types in jail. (Funny what the mind can dredge up.) Some time later Jeff came up and we had a bit of lunch – deli and sodas – that we’d bought before coming up. Then I went down into the empty building to. I can see it in your eyes...” her eyes still boring into mine.Dropping my gaze, I let out a sigh and said “Oh aunty ... I don’t know ... I am still not comfortable with ... umm ... with doing these things ... this way ... with Seema didi...” Looking at her, I continued “Are you sure aunty ... that ... that she is fine with it ... I mean I hope she’s not doing something that she doesn’t want to do...” the expression on my face relaying the hesitation I felt.Mayuri ben shook her head and smiled..