"Lois snorted. "The Welker girl is a naive child who has been raised on stories of fairy tales and happy endings. She's seeing what she wants to see. ...Bambi Welker is nothing more than a woman I can have sex with." That's good. The dark forces do not tolerate treachery. I worry about you getting attached and trying something stupid."Lois shook her head dismissively. "Check the records, ma'am. I have taken a couple young men from the porn ring and have started them on a regimen of hormones with. I'd had one in my youth and I like using it with folk songs. I suggested he find some suitable musical instruments for the downliners. He suggested reed pipes, reed or cane fifes and flutes. I suggested some recorders, too. But I wanted the wooden kind not the plastic. I suggested he get all voicings, Soprano, Alto, Tenor and Bass recorders and a bunch of music to go with it. I wanted some harps too. We'd make what else we needed. I also suggested he find and order paper making equipment. He. You know why? Because I have THESE." I pointed at my eyeballs and everyone broke out laughing."It's not fair, you know," Stephanie said, "When a girl puts on a swimsuit everyone can see exactly what she has. If you're self-conscious about your tummy, or your boobs, or your butt, or whatever--there's nothing you can wear to hide it. Guys just wear big baggy shorts and there's no way to know what he's packing." Trust me girls," I said, "None of you has anything to be self-conscious about. You're. “A virgin, eh, a prime virgin. Ha, you’re worth gold, you are. Take her to my private chamber and restrain her and bring the other little bitch here. Do not poke her, you dolt!”Two of his soldiers dragged Beatrice away, sniffing back tears, trying to be as brave as her mother was.Simone, the 16-year-old redhead, stood before Sir Charles and glared at him. “Coward,” she spat.The huge nobleman waved his eldest son to his side, nudged the boy with his elbow, and asked, “Want her, boy. A decent.