I arrived with a fake limp, from a supposed twisted ankle from a jogging mishap. That was why and how I brought my staff, now disguised as a cane.Shor...tly I was escorted into a room. It was completely glass enclosed. A long table stood in the center. Two guards stood along the wall farthest from me. Mr. Lauder was sitting on the opposite side of the table, close to my ring, watch, cloak, and cane. The woman I had been asked to locate during my so called test was also there.I was led to a seat. ‘So…’ I began, as I sat on the computer chair and moved it to face her. ‘What brings you to my neck of the words?’ ‘Oh nothing much, I just needed to escape for a little while, you know, have some time to ponder about one’s life.’ She quietly chuckled to herself. I laughed a little too. ‘I see, are these the musings of a certain boy?’ I smiled gently at her. ‘How did you guess?’ She mock questioned me. ‘Well I know things have moved quite fast between the two of you, so I’m not surprised you. 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 because you command it, but by becoming the one person they love and respect more than any other....That's it, but Erica said that she could see that some of. My tongue and nose were headed straight for the Bishop’s perineum, that sensitive stretch of skin between god’s mansack and asshole. As a properly trained acolyte in the service of the CBBC I knew very well that this must always be the starting spot for the proper oral worship of god. I’d also learned that my next move was directed by the bishop. If he spread his legs wider it was the same as a command to move my tongue to his bottom. While awaiting a signal, my tongue swirled around and around.