Chapter Thirty-Five
Thief
I took a deep breath, for this was the point of no return. Prior to this, I could walk away and spend the rest of my life in the Bahamas. Now, I had to proceed on the assumption that my women would continue to obey me. And even though they had just sworn themselves to me, I was still a bit nervous.
“What you have been doing,” I began, but Brandy shook her head and planted her left hand on my lips.
“No; who are you?”
“Jason Douglas Thompson,” I said, smiling at her. “We’ve met before.”
Brandy gasped.
“So what do I call you?” Sybil asked, snuggling closer to me and looking confused. “Jason or Douglas?”
“My friends call me Jake, but to you, I will remain Douglas. If I am displeased, though, you will call me Sir.” I narrowed my eyes, and she quivered with
