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she held herself regally. Her nails were long, perfectly manicured and as red as her lips. Her blonde hair was piled on her head with loose tresses falling about her shoulders, and flowers had been woven through it. Dressed in a flowing white gown that was delicate, sheer, made of no material Patty could name, the woman looked like a goddess.
    "I am Aurora, dear. I am Dionysus’s mother. Welcome to my home." She spoke formally, and made a gesture with her arm, indicating the palace. That’s where she was, Patty suddenly thought. This was a palace somewhere…
    "I’m sorry," Patty said weakly. "I’m not feeling well right now. Might I sit down, please?"
    There was a generously padded lounge chair right beside her, and she sank onto it.
    "Would you like refreshments, dear? A cold drink, perhaps?"
    Patty nodded, her hands shaking, as a tall glass of golden-yellow liquid appeared on the table next to her.
    "There now," Aurora said as she reclined on a lounge chair next to Patty. "That’s much better. We can have a little girl talk and get to know one another."
    "Uh-huh," Patty muttered and gulped the cool, sweet drink. Closing her eyes, she whispered to herself, "I will open my eyes and be back in the hotel, I will open my eyes and be back in the hotel." When she opened her eyes, Aurora was smiling gently at her.
    "Oh my," Patty groaned. "Where am I?"
    "Specifically, my home. Generally, Mount Olympus."
    "Right, Mount Olympus." Patty nodded slowly. "Of course. I’ve had a bad fall and I’m in a coma. Dion looks like a god, he just screwed me four ways from Sunday, so of course, I’m hallucinating all of this. Why else would I be sitting her with a goddess on Mount Olympus?" Then she looked alarmed. "Am I dead? Did the fall kill me?"
    "No, dear. You are not dead. You are not even in a coma. No harm has come to you. I know this seems strange to you, but you really are in my home and this really is Mount Olympus. I am Dion’s mother. And you are the answer to my prayers. I have waited so long for the boy to settle down, fall in love and give me grandchildren. I truly thought the two of you would never meet. And waiting for you to come of age nearly killed me. I swear, it has been the longest twenty-five years of my life!"
    Patty began to chuckle. Then she began to laugh. And she couldn’t stop. She had a royal case of the giggles and there was no sign of them abating anytime soon. Holding her stomach, she tried to gain control of herself, but to no avail. Her stomach muscles ached, she couldn’t take a decent breath, and her face grew hot and sweaty.
    The giggling fit continued and Aurora simply watched w ithout expression. Patty buried her face in the lounge chair cushion. She felt ridiculous, knew she looked foolish, but she was unable to stop laughing. Fifteen minutes later, she was still laughing and just couldn’t stop. Then, as suddenly as she had appeared in the palace, a man appeared in front of her and shocked her sober.
    He looked very much like Dion, actually. Well over six feet tall, broad shoulders, thick arms, powerful chest, hard belly and tight ass. He had eyes black as night, and his blonde hair hung over his shoulders in long, loose waves. But even though he was beautiful and so…s o god-lik e , she found it curious she felt no attraction to him. Fel t nothin g like she did the moment she laid eyes on Dion. When she’d first met Dion, she’d fallen all over herself and couldn’t form a coherent thought, much less a sentence. But this man evoked no desire in her, didn’t pull at her heart, and didn’t make her want to drop her panties, or have his babies.
    "Mother," he said in a low growl. "Must I continue cleaning up after you forever? What were you thinking?"
    Aurora shrugged one delicate shoulder and smiled beatifically. "I wanted to meet her."
    "You should have waited until Dion was ready for you to meet her. The possible repercussions from your reckless behavior are mind-boggling. Even Father is