The Warlord Turned to His Daughter and Said
that’s kind of for your gynecologist- looked vacantly upon the crowd
- with the slavish tenacity of a lapdog
- bump around awhile
- rallied in an instant
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The warlord turned to his daughter and said, “Fleur, replace your doily please. My servants will be bringing refreshments in a moment and,” he waved his hand, “that’s kind of for your gynecologist.” He looked at me. “Or your husband.”
Fleur replaced her doily in her lap and only then did her father turn off the sappy music. A small parade of teenagers, male and female, dressed in traditional Contrarian garb entered the tent bearing platters of honeyed fruit and small casks of wine. Fleur looked vacantly upon the crowd of servers while they gazed at her with the slavish tenacity of a lapdog.
The warlord clapped his hands and the teens all filed out of the tent. Before following them, Fleur’s father said, “You two have a little snack, and then bump around awhile. The next Question and Answer session will be conducted by Isolde.”
Isolde! At the thought of my nubile sister-in-law, my flagging genitals rallied in an instant.
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