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areas that
were so special to her.”
    “Well, yes. But not exactly. You see, your aunt was an
enthusiastic woman, with great zeal and an unmatched zest for life.”
    “I know.”
    “And this zeal stretched into all areas of her life, if you
know what I mean.”
    “I do,” said Melanie. “She had a lot of interests.”
    “Yes. She was particularly interested in, how shall I say
it…pleasure. Of the physical sort. Extremely physical.”
    Melanie felt herself blush. “You mean sex?”
    “Sex, yes. I’m glad you said that, because that’s exactly
what I mean. Sex. She liked sex.”
    Why was Rupert so uncomfortable? Though Melanie had
successfully gone her entire life up to this point without envisioning her aunt
having sex, Aunt Penelope was an attractive, healthy woman. There was certainly
no reason for her to lock on a chastity belt after her divorce.
    “So what’s in this room?” she asked.
    “The harem, ma’am.”

Chapter Three
     
    Melanie stared at Rupert. “The what?”
    “The harem.”
    “What harem?”
    “Your aunt’s harem.”
    “What exactly do you mean by harem? Because the mental
picture I’ve got right now is obviously mixed up with some antiquated meaning
of the word.”
    Rupert cleared his throat. “Essentially, your aunt kept
eight gentlemen here to service her physical desires.”
    “Are you kidding me?”
    “No, ma’am.”
    “Eight men?”
    “Yes, ma’am. One for each day of the week and two for
Sunday, as she liked to say.”
    “So, what, you’re telling me that my aunt was, like, this
huge slut?”
    “She preferred the term ‘free spirit,’ ma’am.”
    Melanie couldn’t believe what she was hearing. “This is a
joke, right? Aunt Penelope always did have a goofy sense of humor. I mean,
remember when she had Mr. Campbell read that statement at her funeral about not
being all pouty and stuff? This is all just a gag from beyond the grave,
right?”
    “I assure you that I’m completely serious.”
    “So where are they now?”
    “Beyond that door, ma’am.”
    “They’re in the house ?”
    “Yes.”
    “All eight of them?”
    “Yes.”
    “Now?”
    “Yes.”
    “Holy shit! What if they get out?” Melanie looked at the
door in panic. “Is it locked from the outside?”
    “You have nothing to fear from these gentlemen, I assure you,”
said Rupert. “They are exceedingly well-trained and well-behaved.”
    “Well-trained?”
    “Yes, ma’am. Each member of your aunt’s harem went through a
rigorous screening process and training course.”
    “Training course? They have a training course?”
    “Yes, ma’am. Quite a fine one.”
    “And how do you know that? Did you go through it?”
    “No, ma’am. My services here are strictly platonic.”
    “Did I mention that this whole thing is sick?”
    “Not yet, ma’am.”
    “Well, I’m leaving,” said Melanie, heading back toward the
doorway they’d come in. “If you need me, I’ll be in bathroom number five.”
    “The gentlemen were rather looking forward to meeting you,”
said Rupert.
    “It’s not going to happen. I want them out of here by the
time I…uh, before I come back to this part of the house. Which will be soon. So
I want them out of here soon.”
    With that, she stormed out of the room.
    Then she walked back in.
    “I don’t want you to think that just because I’m throwing a
fit now that I’m going to be one of those mean people who orders her butler around
all the time. I’m nice, really. You’ll like having me around.”
    “Of course, ma’am.”
    “In fact, you don’t even have to call me ma’am. Call me
Melanie.”
    “If I may speak freely, that would make me very
uncomfortable.”
    “Oh. Well, I don’t want you to be uncomfortable. What name
would make you more comfortable?”
    “Ma’am.”
    “Oh. Okay. Ma’am works. But I just want you to know that
it’s optional, and any time you want to drop the whole ma’am thing it’s
perfectly fine with me.”
    “Duly noted,