?Women. Pathetic weak creatures. What else are they good for but for fucking?! Thomas! Bring these three bitches to my chambers immediately.? Thomas, ...the personal servant to the throne, jumped up in a hurry and unchained the girls. ?Get up you filthy whores, time to do your work.? Scrambling to find any strength the three girls found themselves on their feet and slowly sauntered off behind the king. As they passed through the winding corridors of the palace the brunette felt her legs. Love and affection wasn't part of the arrangement, that might develop later (Ganesh 'god of the removal of obstacles' willing). The important thing was that a 'good match' had been made and two respectable families had been joined together for their future mutual benefit.She shared her mother's good looks; the long luxuriant hair; the languid eyes rimmed with kohl; the vermillion dot, the Bindi, that drew attention to all who gazed upon her lovely face. She differed only slightly in stature. I just know that all through my school years I hated going to the barber. I guess by the time I was in college I was old enough to get over that minor phobia, but I got through by snipping at my own hair, which was cheaper anyway, and having my sister cut my hair on holidays. When I moved town to start my first job, I happened on an ad in a grocery store for a hairdresser who worked out of her home. I liked that idea, called up for an appointment, and that was how I met Lynette. So, for nearly. .” “Robert, please, I have to go!” Sasha went to start running, and Robert gently grabbed her arm to hold her back. “...and I just want you to know that...” Sasha extracted her arm from Robert’s grasp and gave him an exasperated look. “Robert, this is important, I have to go!” “...I will always be here for you and that...” Sasha gave up on trying to end the conversation in conventional ways, and decided that sprinting-down-the-street was as good a means as any to bringing this distraction to.