Dremon can’t decide whether having his mother and Arora get along is a good or a bad idea.
“What if you turn out like her? I wouldn’t want to be ordered around by you like she orders my father around.” He laughs.
“I think your mother intends on staying in charge no matter what I do.” She hangs her suit in the closet and gets ready to take a shower before bed.
Dremon never imagined things would turn out like this. When Arora gave herself to him on that first night, he thought that it might be that she felt obligated in some way, but never in his wildest dreams expected that she would accept him so quickly.
“Are you coming?” She winks at him, and he grins, following his beautiful wife into the shower.
He turns his back to the water, so it doesn’t spray into her face and a smile forms on
