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intercom to wake Rupert up. Though it was nearly three in the morning,
he’d been remarkably polite about it. “You use this button to jump and this one
to duck.”
    “Got it,” said Carl, taking the game from her. With her
permission, the other men had finally gone to bed, while she and Carl sat on
lounge chairs next to the pool.
    “I had fun tonight,” said Melanie.
    “Good. Me too.”
    “Was it like this with my aunt?”
    “What do you mean?”
    “You know, just hanging out, playing games, having a good
time.”
    Carl nodded. “Yeah, sometimes. You’re a lot like her, at
least when you’re not calling us the scum of the earth.”
    “I never said scum of the earth. I only thought it.”
    “What do you think now?”
    “Honestly? I’m trying to block that whole aspect. As long as
I can forget that you guys are professional love slaves, I’m enjoying myself.”
    “I didn’t mean, what did you think of the whole harem thing,
but what do you think of us? Me.”
    Melanie hesitated. “It’s too early to say. You’re lots of
fun to hang out with.”
    “You know, it doesn’t have to be about sex.” He
grinned. “You could keep us around as chaste playmates.”
    “Look, I’m sorry that you’re losing your jobs, especially
one this cushy, but I can’t keep an eight-guy harem in my house. I can’t even
believe that this is the kind of decision I had to make. I mean, this isn’t the
kind of example they use in ethics class. I’m guessing that most people can
live long, long lives without ever having to decide whether or not to keep the
eight-guy harem open for business.”
    “You should enjoy that you’ve been blessed with such a
unique choice.”
    “Now you’re seeming a bit desperate.”
    “Sorry,” said Carl.
    “I had a great time tonight, but I can’t even begin to
conceive what kind of kinky shit happened in this place before Aunt Penelope
died. I mean, you guys are hot as hell, and there are eight of you.”
    Had she really just told him that they were “hot as hell?”
    “It really wasn’t all that kinky,” said Carl.
    “You lie.”
    Carl hesitated. “Uh, yeah.”
    “Anyway, that’s all I wanted to say. I had a great time
tonight. Thanks.”
    “No problem. Do I get a good night kiss?”
    Melanie stood up, yawned, and stretched. “Nah. I’m pretty
sure I know where those lips have been. A hug would be okay, though.”
    Carl stood up and gave her a hug. As great as it felt, and
as much as she wanted to revise her statement about the lack of a good night
kiss, she forced herself to pull away.
    She wished him pleasant dreams and left the harem.

Chapter Seven
     
    “Holy fucking shit!” said Dawn, as they walked into one of
the bathrooms. “You’ve even got one of those things that squirts water on you
when you’re done. What are those called?”
    “I’m not sure,” Melanie admitted.
    “Let’s ask your butler.” Dawn pressed the button on the
intercom. “Rupert?”
    Rupert immediately stepped into the open doorway. Dawn had
summoned him less than a minute ago with a question about whether or not the
wide-screen television had satellite reception (it did), so he hadn’t had time
to go far. “Yes, ma’am?”
    “What’s this thing called?” Dawn asked, pointing to the
water-squirting thing.
    “A bidet, ma’am.”
    “A bidet. How cool is that? Thanks, Rupert.”
    Rupert nodded and left.
    “I think you’re starting to piss off my butler,” said
Melanie.
    “I’m sorry, but this place is great! Where’s the harem?”
    It had been like this in every room. Dawn would react by
saying “Holy fucking shit!” then she’d page Rupert to ask a question, then
she’d demand to know where the harem was, and then she’d express her outrage
that Melanie hadn’t taken advantage of any of the men last night.
    “We’ll get to it,” Melanie promised.
    “I can’t believe you didn’t take the opportunity to get
laid,” said Dawn. “This wealth has messed with your