*Fennec*
A few weeks after Jack Lupo came into being… and Fennec, Alpha prince of Islay, was declared dead by one who should know…that is to say, himself, the Flying Daisy and her shadow, the Poppy, docked at an island in the West Indies on their way to France, and I, now known as Jack, succumb to the amatory blandishments of a plump and jolly widow named Priya.
She teaches me a thing or two, even though I feel terrible after the night with her. But my marriage is over… practically, if not formally. Can I truly remain celibate for the rest of my life? Of course not.
Unfaithful… unfaithful. I don’t like the word. It knocks around in my head for a month or two until I manage to cram it into a dark corner of my mind and shut it up. My mate has ended our marriage. Therefore, I am free to ac
