Chapter 8

Later that night, in his cabin, he spent an impatient night, his mind feverishly reliving his adventures with Criselda and formulating new recreations they could savor. He was up early and this time, he went for a loaf of bun, well seasoned with the love balm. He noticed that his ratio was getting low; only enough to make another two or three sexual incursions.

He left his cabin immediately after breakfast and walked briskly along the alley to Criselda's shack. As he strolled he saw someone ahead of him. It looked a little like Criselda so he gained his pace. When he caught up he found it was Lalita. He wasn't sure how old Lalita was, about twenty-three years old? In truth, she was thirty-three, though still youthful-looking and married to a wealthy old Lord. It had been a union made in the back pouches of her papa, who had been well reimbursed to adapt the mate. "Hello Milady, fancy a beautiful morning.

"Ah, Knight Ambrose, good morning. Your bun smells amazing. Where a