It's funny, but the way Erica said it you could hear the formal capitalization of the first letter. The story places the source of this Tradition as I...shtar. It's not too complex, but the Captain of the ship swore that if you follow the Tradition, you will have a loving and successful household.The definition if the Tradition was surprisingly simple:Love your ConcubinesRespect your ConcubinesTreat your concubines as human beings rather than possessionsBe the center of your concubines lives not. She leaned forward and grabbed a handful. I handed her the can of bean dip. Her shorts were right back where they needed to be. The view was simply amazing. “We’ve got the munchies and no weed,” I joked. “Like, do you do weed?” Maddie inquired. “You’d be surprised what I like to do,” I replied. “I have a joint,” Maddie responded. “Light it up,” I replied. Maddie dug into her pants pocket and pulled out a small bag of weed. “That’s more than a joint,” I remarked. “I don’t have any papers,”. We fooled around for the rest of the day and left for the next town the next morning. We had plenty of time to get there, so we did not push the horses. We arrived at the town the day before the usual market day. I double checked the scales, the weights, and the packages of mother-of-pearl. I had 43 pounds of the stuff, and I hoped to turn all of that into amber at this market.I had never been to this town before, so I didn't know what to expect, exactly. We waited until mid-morning to enter. Finally Brad was able to schedule a visit and Callie spent the next few weeks doing nothing but think and fantasize about how great it will be to see and feel him again. The two and half hour drive from the airport was torture because all Callie could think about was how Brad would feel when he entered her. They finally make it to the hotel. Callie walked into the candle lit room filled with an exotic but unidentifiable scent. Brad greeted her at the door and slowly helped her out of her.