Brown, Berengaria - Shared Possession [Possessive Passions 1] (Siren Publishing Ménage Amour) Read Free

completely, so thoroughly, she’ll agree to marry us, and then we’ll keep on loving her so she never wants to leave us. She’s everything I’ve ever wanted in a woman, beauty and brains, an intelligent woman who cares about others more than herself. She’s perfect!” he enthused.
    “Once we take her from her own people and bring her here, we have a lifetime duty to make her happy. She won’t know anything about our people, our community, our lifestyle. We’ll have to teach her everything and be very patient as she learns,” warned Sam.
    “But that will be fun, seeing everything here with new eyes as she learns and discovers all about our world,” said Paul.
    “She may get homesick. We may need to renovate our house or bring her friends or family here,” added Jim. “We know she has no siblings or parents alive, but everyone has friends and extended family, and we don’t know how close she is to them.”
    “Not a problem. We have a good plot of land, a large house we can make bigger if we need to, and we have many credits we can spend on her. Even if we need to take time off work for a few months, we can provide for all her needs.” Paul was still happily dancing.
    “Her shift finishes at three. It’ll take us a full hour to get there, and we want to be early to find her car and prepare the abduction. We can’t afford to have the authorities catch us. We have no legal rights under American law even if it is the way of our people.”
    “Good point, Sam. You go borrow George’s van while Paul and I collect all the things we’ll need.”

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    The men’s community, which the first inhabitants had called New Thimphu, had deliberately been founded well out of town, off a minor road, and semi-disguised. Locals knew there was a community of farmers whose ancestors had come “from China or somewhere” but had no idea of how big the community had grown or of its wealth. From the outside, their homes appeared middle-class, their crops and herds well enough but not the kind of quality to tempt cattle rustlers, and the people themselves looked like any other American with no accent or visible physical difference.
    The original settlers had come from Bhutan over a hundred years ago, determined to keep to their old religion. Their numbers had been swelled by Tibetan and Chinese refugees who had fled their traditional lands when polyandry had been banned.
    As well as being the traditional way, polyandry made great economic sense. Family lands were not given to one son to the exclusion of all others, leaving them poor and with no home. Nor were they divided among all the offspring, leaving the land splintered and plots too small to support a family.
    More recently, the effects of China’s one-child policy and the desire of the Chinese for sons rather than daughters had left millions of young men with no hope of marriage. It made good sense for such young men to join the community and marry some of the “surplus” girls who would otherwise need to look outside the community for a husband, thereby leaving their faith, their traditions, and their family behind.
    And with several men to care for her and provide for her, what girl would want to leave home, traditions, and religion for a sole husband?
    The economic benefits of polyandry were plain to see within the community. Hidden from the roads by a small forest of trees, and with most of their buildings underground inside a large grassy hill, lived a bustling community with apartment blocks, houses, offices, shops, schools, and every modern convenience.
    In the nearest local town, Green Ridge, the locals believed the community children were homeschooled and knew several members of the community who ran a general store. This store sold some of the community’s produce and supplied items the community couldn’t produce themselves. What the locals never saw was that George’s windowless delivery truck was regularly crammed full of items purchased from