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The day following the parliament meeting, Moira Sachly-Pearse woke to find herself naked and alone in her bed. The later afternoon and almost into the early morning, she’d been performing with one of her aides for her husband’s viewing pleasure. Of course, Ulysses was not one to sit and watch the entire time. He’d joined the action later when Moira needed some help with the aide—Ollie, Audrey, or something. She knew she could always count on her husband to tie up…loose ends. Moira rose from the bed and still naked, padded towards an adjacent dressing room, just as a knock sounded on her door and one of the house’s many maids, a cute little thing in a French parlor maid’s garb, entered. It was another of her quirks Ulysses ignored perhaps because he had used for it, too, anyway. “Ma’am,
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