(Authors' Note: Yes, we are reposting this chapter.we forgot to do the double spacing thing.so.yeah. Incest.and stuff..My mother is a giant potato.)

Simon dashed into Cecilia's dressing room where the centaur was hiding. "CENTAUR! Ho!" he whispered smirking in the dim lighting of the wee hours of the morning. He had waited patiently out the two days and he was ready to give Ella her surprise.

Cecilia marched over to him wearing her white dressing gown. She had dreamed about this encounter many times, but there were no live animals involved, usually. It depended on what kind of a mood she was in while dreaming. "Char?" she asked in a seductive tone. "Why are you in my dressing room in the wee hours of the morning?"

"Getting my goat- thing," said Simon gruffly, pushing past his cousin, "Where did you put him?"

"In my closet," purred Cecilia, "Right behind my panties.." "Thanks," said Simon flinging open the door to the closet. A foul order caught his nose, "Lord Cecilia," he murmured, "Your panties smell like crap!"

"It's your centaur you idiot! It's been crapping all evening." said Cecilia, her saucy purr gone, replace by genuine anger. "I mean," she said, finding her seductive voice again. "Your centaur has been difficult and..." She licked her lips and lowered her voice. "Naughty." She looked Simon in the eye. "Char, I'm afraid he's quite ruined my.. unmentionables."

"What the hell are you talking about, woman," scoffed Simon with a look of disgust, "I just want to get my centaur and get out of your crap smelling closet!" Cecilia pouting and felt the tears coming.

"B-b-but," she began to sob, " IT'S THE WOOD NYMPH ISNT IT? YOUR HAVING EXTRAMARITAL AFFAIRS WITH HER!" she paused and then hissed, "You love me, I know it!"

"Cecilia," said Char taking the centaur by the leash, "You are in need of great therapy. I'm your bloody cous-brother," he said storming out of the closet.

"That only makes it more fun," moaned Cecilia leaning over to Simon, giving him a view of her cleavage, "And very naughty!"

"Cecilia!" screamed Simon in pure outrage, "You have serious mental problems! It's so wrong!"

"So what if we have the same mother?" asked Cecilia straddling her cousin- thought- brother's waist, "Tonight I want to-"

"CECILIA!" cried Simon pushing her onto the floor and grabbing the centaur,

"I'm leaving, now!" And with that he stormed out of her bedchambers. Cecilia just sighed and went to her bedside table where she pulled out his shirt. She inhaled deeply and leaned back into bed.

Simon groaned and led the centaur stealthily down the hall. He decided not to think about Cecilia and her..ew! "I will not consider or think about!" he said firmly to himself, "She's my cousin for Gog's sake!"

"But do you know what even more disgusting," he said to himself. "What?" "That she thinks that you're her brother and she is still willing to- ,"

"STOP!" he screamed to himself, "And add a major ick! Right," he told himself, "Concentrate on Ella. You have to lie on the seduction thick. This little project is too time consuming,' "Don't we both know it," Simon agreed with himself leading the centaur down path, the early morning light creeping over the horizon.

"It's a perfect plan," Simon told himself as he saw Ella's manor looming in the distance, "All romance with the rising sun and the rising music and rising..um.," "Music?"

"I'll hum. Hum? Romantically!" Simon approached the front door of the manor and knocked sharply. A moment later a grumpy looking maid answered the door.

"Donnie, you are late this morning," she was saying and then she saw who was at the door,

"Oh!" she dropped to her knees, "Your highness," "Yes," said Simon touching her shoulder for her to rise, "Is Lady Ella here?"

"Ella? Why no, sir," said the maid, "She's-"

From somewhere deep within the house a full voice called out, "Who is it, Bertha? Did Donnie bring the milk yet?" from out of the shadows a lady emerged. She was tall and. mature. Yet still in her age she had childish freckles and a sweet double chin. The woman saw Simon and dropped to her knees,

"Your highness," she murmured, her fizzy gray hair falling in her face, "What do we owe this great honor,"

"Please rise," Simon commanded, his throat getting dry while his blood pumped hard, "I'm a-looking for. Ella," he said, "But first," he said with a touch of suave, "Who are you, madam?" She gave him a sexiness half smile and replied, "Mandy, Prince Charmonte, I'm the cook." She bat an eye on Bertha,

"You may leave now Bertha."

"Yes Mandy," said Bertha with a sigh and she scampered off to the shadows of the manor.

"Now, Mandy," said Simon advancing to the aging cook, "I'm looking for a girl."

"Who my lord?" said the cook biting down on her lower lip to suppress a smile. "A Lady Ella of Frell," said Char, "I seemed to have promised her a centaur and I would like to give him to her."

"It's a lovely gift," said Mandy petting the centaur's chestnut back, "Does it have a name?"

"Yeah," Simon thought fast, "Apple.. Is Ella here?"

"No, she's not Highness," said Mandy, she seemed upset about that.

"Well where is she?" demanded Simon. Mandy quivered, she liked a man who could give orders. "Her father. Sir Peter, he sent to finishing school," she said.

Simon froze. "AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!" he screamed silently, "Curses, curses, curses!"

"When did she leave?" asked the imposer prince weakly.

"This morning sir," said Mandy. Simon could feel his temper at breaking point Just count to ten, Simon he told himself. Mama says count to ten. "Why?" he asked slowly.

"Well-," Mandy started by Simon did not let her finish. He closed his mouth over hers, the frustration and rage building. He needed to get control again, "Oh Mindy," purred Simon, "Why are we still talking about Ella?"

"It's Mandy," Mandy giggled, "But lets go someplace. nicer. " That evening the prince left with his centaur and left Mandy rather sore. The next morning she sat in the kitchen, in the very chair that she had made love to the boy several decades younger then her, penning a letter to the girl who also loved him "Yesterday you had a grander visitor, and received a bigger gift than a bird. The prince himself came see you, leading a centaur colt." Mandy paused she was having difficultly finding the words, cursing Ella for her beauty, she continued writing. "When I told him you were away from home he wanted to know here you'd gone and when you'd be back. When he heard you were at finishing school he was indignant. He demanded to know why you needed to be finished since there was nothing wrong with you to start with. I couldn't answer him because-," Mandy started giggling, she couldn't answer that he was making wild, passionate animal love to her. Instead she wrote, " I'd like to ask that father of yours the same question." That's clean, Mandy decided, and kept writing, "I did tell him we had nowhere to keep a growing centaur. He's a little beauty, but what can I do with him? Your prince-," Even writing the words, your prince, caused Mandy's heart to contract with pain. Char would never be Mandy's prince, they had their moment in the kitchen, that was all, " said he'd raise him for you. He asked me to tell you the colt's name, Apple. That made remember my manners and I gave him name to eat-," Oh yes, Mandy had given Apple and Char their share to off right off her naked body, she shivered at the memory, she couldn't keep writing about Char, "before he left with the prince." She sighed heavily and shook her head, maybe Char would.. Stop by soon. She tried to continue her letter but images of her handsome prince danced through her head, making her dizzy with need and she had to stop.

Simon had to stop on his way back from Ella's manor to wash himself
and scream. "It's alright," said Simon calming himself down, "Just
kill something,"