I don’t normally like this job, but from the fight you put up the other night I think I’m going to enjoy this with you!”“What do you meant the... other night? How long have I been here?” I asked.“3 days” said Bart, I could hardly believe it.“Now then,” he said, “let’s start the preparation.” rubbing his hands with glee.I was starting to feel drowsy again, “I’ve had to give you another sedative, so I can change your bonds and wash and shave you.” He said. I wanted to struggle and protest but all I. She hadn’t known that he could sing, and said so.“She married you before checking out your voice?” Charles said. “I had thought from the duet that this was why she was so insistent.”“No,” she said, “he looks so fine, and he dances so well. I didn’t know how well he sang.”“Well,” Father said, “dancing is the worst of all recommendations for marriage. Married couples seldom dance with each other.”“Vertically,” James said. Everyone laughed including Mother.“Well,” she pointed out, “one hardly has. See dew forming, and points standing, begging my beloved to strike them."Amud's wife swung the free ends in a figure '8', making rapid fire 'slap-slap' sounds as she covered Janey's body with a deeper red glow from the gentle whipping. She would switch hands often, never missing a beat, like a prizefighter training on a speed bag. With each successive pass over Janey's ruddy flesh, the strikes became a little harder. Then harder still."Now comes final part. She sings for my beloved, a cry to. "The Festival will begin soon," she thought. "Another like all the others. But what would she find of interest this year?" she wondered. For more than ten years the Festival had been disinteresting. "Why do I continue to bless this shallow land?" she asked herself.Amun stepped to her side. "What do you see, my love?" he asked."Nothing. Only a faint hope. There may be one who will save me from my boredom this year," she answered in both frustration and hope.The Lady Neha watched the dark green.