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Sunday was one of her favorite days of the week. Part of Whisper’s usual routine required her to laze in bed for as long as possible. On that particular day, her lazing was interrupted by her husband whistling from the next room. He’d summoned her the same way on the Saturday night. Meathead.
Doing her duty, she dragged herself from her nanny bed and went through to the master’s. Just for long enough to practice her head giving skills. Once he was done, he literally kicked her out of bed, using his foot to push her away from his body to the edge of the bed, sending her to the floor.
Whisper didn’t care. She dragged herself back to her own bed and went back to sleep.
By the time she woke up, Zaid was gone. That worked just perfect because it gave her the chance to soak in the tub and
