Free The War for Mare (The Fall of Man Book 3) by Jacqueline Druga Page B

practice when a woman entered.
    “I’m sorry,” she said upon walking in, her
arms full of items. “Was I interrupting something?”
    “No. Not at all.” She was a raven haired
beauty. Her skin was tanned brown and her hair was sleek and
flowing. I admit to feeling a sense of jealousy. “Who are you?”
    “Davis asked me to bring these.”
    I cocked my head in question. “Are you his
servant woman?”
    “Excuse me?” she walked down the stairs.
    Then it dawned on me. Maybe, in a sense of
jealousy, she had brought the clothing because she didn’t want
Davis any more enamored with me. “Oh, I understand. You are his
mate.”
    “Who, Davis?” she asked, setting the
clothing down.
    “Yes.”
    She laughed. “No. I have my own… mate. Thank
you.”
    “He’s quite handsome in a rugged way, do you
not think?”
    “If you like the country boy type, I
guess.”
    “Country boy. Yes. Does he have a mate?” I
asked.
    “Not that I know of.”
    “That is good to know. Are these for
me?”
    “They are, Madge. Davis asked me to pick
something out for you. You’ll like these. If they don’t suit you, I
can—”
    “No. No, these are fine. Davis is far too
generous. Such a charming man and he has no mate.”
    Again, she laughed at me as if I were
jesting.
    “No. In fact, in the ten years I have been
here I have never seen him with a woman. He may be gay.”
    “That is good to know. Gay is a good
thing.”
    “Yes.”
    “A man can be gay without a woman in his
life.”
    “That’s usually how it works,” she said.
    “I’ve no man in my life. I believe I’m
gay.”
    “That’s nice. I have a friend for you then.
She’s a great woman.”
    “Is she gay?”
    “Yes.”
    “Great. I would love to make more friends.
We can all be gay together.”
    “Sounds like a plan. I’ll… uh… let you
change your clothing. Davis is going to be by to get you.”
    “I’m leaving the dungeon?” I asked.
    “Looks that way.”
    Immediately, I felt giddy, I wanted to
practice my dance and change my clothes. I had been conditioned,
and quickly too.
    The clothing woman opened the door to leave,
and I remembered to ask her name. I wanted to remain friends with
her as well. She was beautiful and full of information. I always
surrounded myself with beautiful people.
    Her name was Amanda.
    She would be in my good graces, although I
didn’t understand the clothing. It was more of those denim
dungarees, only these were a bit snug. I was able to get into them,
but had to inhale deeply to fasten them. It would take getting used
to for walking, but they did firm up my body so I liked them.
    Davis arrived shortly after I was
dressed.
    “Ready?” he asked.
    “How do I look?”
    “You look good.”
    I lowered my head. “Thank you. So where are
we going? Someplace private? I have been practicing the Awalim
Dance of Hathor for you.”
    “That’s really nice. I’d like to see it
sometime. Maybe later.”
    “Then you shall. Am I cured? Am I considered
normal? Is that why I am leaving?”
    “No. You’re too far gone. There’s no turning
you, so we’re just gonna have to go with the hope that eventually,
you’ll adjust.”
    “So where are we going?”
    “Tomorrow I get you settled into your new
home.”
    “A home? You are giving me a home? Davis,
you are being far too generous. You spoil me.”
    “Um… yes. That’s tomorrow. Tonight we hit
the beach.”
    “The beach?” My eyes widened.
    “Safest place to be. Near water, in case of
Savage attack. If they come you go in.”
    “No. No.” I shook my head frantically. “I
cannot go in water,” I stated firmly, then paused. Could I? I was in human form. “Wait. I can.”
    “So you do swim?”
    “Swim? No.”
    “Didn’t think so. Most of you folks from the
Straits don’t swim, so I have something for you.” He must have set
it down before I saw him, because I didn’t notice it. Davis lifted
a thick, bright orange piece of clothing. “For you.”
    “What is