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face.
"Lynette?"
    "Yes, Daddy?"
    "Would you honor me with a dance?"
    "Really?" Lynette brightened.
    "Yes. She has a natural talent that pleases me
greatly," Rama explained. "Her sisters have taught her how to move
her body in the ancient form of temple dances. To do so naked shows the grace
of the human spirit like none else. Dharma, my sweet, gather your sitar. Girls!
Sing!"
    Jane's mouth hung open as she watched Lynette's limbs
undulate as though made of water. Her body was snake-like as she slowly moved
her hips and torso in rippling waves to the plaintive tune of the music. It was
sensual, seductive, alluring, and arousing. Jane felt her abdominal muscles
involuntarily rolling along with Lynette as she studied the beautiful artistry
of her dance.
    "That was breathtaking," Jane gasped when it
was over. "Can you teach me?"
    "Music and dance will be part of your education,
Little Monkey," Rama announced. "I do have a question for you. Did
you notice her nakedness once the dance began?"
    "No, sir, Uncle Rama. It seemed natural."
    "Excellent. Lynette? To my chambers. I will
reward you tonight." Rama stood, ending the intimate dinner party.
"Philip? Are we still going into the city tomorrow?"
    "Yes. Jane has her lessons in the morning."
    "Then let us sleep. Come to me, child," Rama
ordered Jane. She approached him timidly. He kissed the center of her forehead
and thumbed her chin. "You are a good friend to Lynette. She will continue
lessons with you."
    "Thank you, Uncle Rama," Jane said, suddenly
throwing her arms around his waist and hugging him tightly. He laughed, patted
her bottom, and then departed, with his other three wives behind him.
    Philip offered Jane his arm and walked with her
towards the guest quarters, their path lit by the full moon as it cast a pale
yellow sheen upon the ground. He paused next to a sparkling pond and pulled her
into his arms, crushing his mouth to hers, and roaming his hands over her
nakedness.
    "I want you," he said hoarsely.
    "You cannot have me," Jane answered
mischievously, pulling away. "Those are the rules, remember? You are to
drink of my beauty with your eyes, or something of the sort. What do you think
you are doing?"
    "To hell with the bloody rules. I'm going to make
love to you."
    "Without my permission?" Jane's eyes
twinkled, enjoying the power that came with her newly discovered sexuality.
    "I will not beg to have you in my bed. You are
mine to enjoy as I desire," Philip murmured, biting the curve of her neck
gently.
    "And you, my darling, need to cool down."
    With a giggle, she pushed, and sent him falling
backward into the lily pond. She stuck out her tongue and ran at full speed
back to their quarters, laughing loudly as the playful joy emerged from
nowhere.
    "That was very naughty of you, young lady,"
Philip scolded, as he entered the room several minutes later. He grabbed a
towel from the bathing area to mop off the water. "That was an invitation
for a spanking."
    "Was it, Papa?" Jane asked slyly. What was
wrong with her? "Isn't that a means of touching me?"
    "You sly little weasel," Philip growled with
his mouth in a half grin. "You think you're so smart. Let's see," he
glanced around the room. He snatched up a breadboard and brushed crumbs from
it, before smacking it on his palm. "This will solve the rules about no
touching."
    "Uh oh," Jane ran to the other side of the
bed. "That is not fair."
    "What is not fair is how you tease me. Bad Little
Monkey." He started around the bed.
    "No!" Jane squeaked, diving under the frame.
Philip's fingers brushed her foot as she narrowly escaped his grip. "Haha,
you missed me!"
    "Do you think you can get away from me?"
Philip asked, pushing the bed frame over the wood floor in Jane's direction.
The bed moved easily with the layers of thick felt under the posts, and Jane
soon found herself cornered against the wall.
    "Over or under, little girl. Either way, you're
mine. Your bottom is going to be so red!"
    "That is what you think!" Jane's