Chapter 2
A Spirit meeting
Christian was getting sick. What was wrong with the count? Or was it with him?. What was Christian to do? The Duke looked at him in pleasure, like he wanted to lick him all over. Christian shuddered.
" How did you do that?" Christian asked The Duke, or whoever he was. He looked at "The Duke" right in the eyes. Something about him was different. He seemed gentle, not stubborn and evil.
" Did what? Changed my voice? Well, Christian, this is how my voice has always been. Remember Christian? This is me, Satine." The Duke said as he edged closer to Christian. Christian backed up to the dresser and now knew he couldn't go back any farther.
" You are not Satine. Satine didn't have a moustache.or legs that hairy" Christian said as he glanced at the Duke's otter legs. He gulped in a disgusting manner and tried to believe it was a dream. How would he make sense out of this? A TEST! That was it. Test "The Duke" on things only he and Satine would know.
" Okay, Satine, if that is you, what is my middle name?" he asked The Duke. The Duke didn't looked phased at all. He actually looked quite confident.
" Your middle name, honey, is Robert, named after your grandfather who was in the government." The Duke answered. Christian jaw dropped. He was right. But, anybody could know that, especially a guy who fired people for a living.
" That was easy. Okay, now for a tough one. What was the name of.my friend.my submarine" he asked. The Duke grinned and Christian had a thought that maybe he knew and that he would be forced to accept this stupid thing.
" Well, sugar, that would be Longfellow, named after your best friend who always ceased to amaze you with his bodily tricks." The Duke answered and Christian felt as if he was going to faint. The Duke had done his homework, but that seemed to be pretty deep bookwork.
" Well, that is enough for today, Duke. Please leave. I have to think this over" he said and the Duke looked mad and sad at the same time. The Duke slid over to the dresser and put his hand on the wall.
" Okay, sweetie, I understand. But don't be thinking too long. I'm hungry. Give me a kiss" he said to Christian and Christian looked at The Duke in disgust.
A Spirit meeting
Christian was getting sick. What was wrong with the count? Or was it with him?. What was Christian to do? The Duke looked at him in pleasure, like he wanted to lick him all over. Christian shuddered.
" How did you do that?" Christian asked The Duke, or whoever he was. He looked at "The Duke" right in the eyes. Something about him was different. He seemed gentle, not stubborn and evil.
" Did what? Changed my voice? Well, Christian, this is how my voice has always been. Remember Christian? This is me, Satine." The Duke said as he edged closer to Christian. Christian backed up to the dresser and now knew he couldn't go back any farther.
" You are not Satine. Satine didn't have a moustache.or legs that hairy" Christian said as he glanced at the Duke's otter legs. He gulped in a disgusting manner and tried to believe it was a dream. How would he make sense out of this? A TEST! That was it. Test "The Duke" on things only he and Satine would know.
" Okay, Satine, if that is you, what is my middle name?" he asked The Duke. The Duke didn't looked phased at all. He actually looked quite confident.
" Your middle name, honey, is Robert, named after your grandfather who was in the government." The Duke answered. Christian jaw dropped. He was right. But, anybody could know that, especially a guy who fired people for a living.
" That was easy. Okay, now for a tough one. What was the name of.my friend.my submarine" he asked. The Duke grinned and Christian had a thought that maybe he knew and that he would be forced to accept this stupid thing.
" Well, sugar, that would be Longfellow, named after your best friend who always ceased to amaze you with his bodily tricks." The Duke answered and Christian felt as if he was going to faint. The Duke had done his homework, but that seemed to be pretty deep bookwork.
" Well, that is enough for today, Duke. Please leave. I have to think this over" he said and the Duke looked mad and sad at the same time. The Duke slid over to the dresser and put his hand on the wall.
" Okay, sweetie, I understand. But don't be thinking too long. I'm hungry. Give me a kiss" he said to Christian and Christian looked at The Duke in disgust.