’ After she left, I went up to my room. Looking out my window I saw Doris sitting on a lounge chair by the pool. She was wearing a slingshot swimsu...it which left little to the imagination. She was rubbing lotion on her arm, watching her slowly move her hand up her arm, I removed my shorts. Moving closer to the window, I saw her hand glide across her shoulder then down to her chest. Taking the bottle of lotion in her other hand, she drizzled the white liquid across her chest, down between her. "I miss you so much. It's funny, the Tradition that James established would seem to completely violate the spirit of the concubine system. When I was in school everyone talked about how the citizens would have the concubines as nothing more than sex slaves. I watched in school as the few students with good scores created little harems. Many treated the girls they chose poorly, but the girls accepted it for the chance to get off the planet. But now, I know that loving my concubines gives me a. He lunged at me, tripped over the fallen girl and died at my feet. I pulled my big blade out of him and faced the Redcoat who had now pulled up his breeches but had not refastened his foreflap and his limp cock still hung out, purplish and heavy veined. He opened his arms wide. "Unarmed," he said."Leave," I said."Naw, fair fight's what I want. Your sister's a foul whore, but her ass's worth fighting for." Outside," I said, sheathing my bloody knife.He nodded and backed away. I helped the girl. ‘What’s up?’ she asks. Turning my face up to the sky, I reply, ‘Um, it looks like it is going to rain again.’ ‘If it does, we’ll go in the parking lot. To one of our cars.’ Her voice is soft, but the accent I cannot place. Not Texan, is it? Perhaps. I really haven’t quite been able to tell a Texas accent yes by the many different voices. Once, two Minnesotan teachers taught at my school, and they did sound alike, but Texans are much more complicated. Especially since I expected a southern.