" Cassie folded her arms and glowered."I've no interest in convincing you, you stupid cow," Cheryl was on a roll, "but the facts can speak for themsel...ves. Tell me, Miss 'always right and badly done to', when he came to your house that Sunday morning, who spoke or rather shouted first. Eh?"Cassie stopped short. She called the scene to mind. Then realised."I did." she said. "He'd come running, after ignoring me for a whole week, sleeping with his designer woman. Then when he found I'd gone he. It was mostly a large three sided shack with a bar and some tables. Out the open back was a beaten down dance floor flanked on two sides by more tables and barely illuminated with a string of Christmas light bulbs. There was a steel band and a boom box for music. The place was pretty full, and it had an interesting mix: mostly Black Jamaicans, but with several tables of white tourists. We sat at one populated by folks I had seen around the resort. Paul and Sheila were well known to them. And. He did not spare those swings. He fucked them by sitting on the swing or letting them sit legs apart on the swing. At every thrust of his, the swing swayed. Cries and moans echoed the garden.He had thirty consorts. Counting days was like counting his consorts. He romanced and fucked one consort everyday. He did not allow the women to play with each other sexually. He thought that was insult to his manliness. He alone was enough to satisfy them.He was a worshipper of Kama Dev and Rati Devi. He. On the mantelpiece, pink primroses peaked out from a spray of winterheath in an elegant vase. The Beast blinked. Rose had picked his flowers. She knew his garden was important to him. It wasn’t like her to be so thoughtless – or perhaps cruel. He screwed shut his eyes and shook his head to clear it. Rose wouldn’t purposefully bait him. It must have just been an oversight on her part. The flowers did look attractive where she had put them, and in any case, he needed to stay focused for their.