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up from time to time and inseminate us. And I'm going to prove it to him."
"Go," Christel said, finally. "Try it."
"I will," Megan replied. "Shanea, Paul is in the office. Go get him. Take . . . Velva. Take him to the baths. Bathe him, don't let him do a thing for himself. Don't have sex with him. If he says he wants to, tell him 'not now, later, just bathe now.' Got it?"
"Give Paul a bath," Shanea nodded, gulping. "Don't have sex with him, even if he wants it. What if he really wants it?"
"Really tell him, 'later.' When you two are done, bring him to his room in a robe," she turned to Mirta. "Mirta, get Amber into her costume, then go to the kitchen door. Get a platter. Light foods. Bread, fruit, cheese, a small carafe of wine. Then bring it and Amber to Paul's room."
"Paul has . . . problems with Amber," Christel said. "Are you sure . . . ?"
"I'm sure," Megan said, looking around. "Girls, go get into your new costumes. When Paul comes through from the bath, I want you to stand up and move in around him saying nice things. Nothing important, just that we're glad he's here. Don't be suggestive. And don't try to follow him in. If this works out I'm going to keep him here for at least a couple of days."
She looked at Shanea and Mirta, then gestured. "Go."
Megan stood for a moment, pulling at her hair, then turned to Christel.
"I have things I need in the workroom," she said. "If I could . . ."
"Go," Christel said, "you're doing fine. I think you're