"What's wrong?" asked Brandi. "Do you need me to help?"
"What? Oh! No no, it's not that," said Miroku. "I just keep thinking about someone else."
"Oh, well I don't mind that," grinned Brandi.
"No, not like that. It's just…I should be happy with any woman, shouldn't I? But…"
"But what?" asked Brandi as she massaged Miroku's shoulders.
"I can't stop thinking about Sango!" he cried. "I can't believe this, after all these years I'm still in love with Sango!" Miroku stood defiantly. "I have to tell her, now!" Brandi dangled over the side of the bed as Miroku ran over and opened the door. "I'm coming, San…"
"WHERE IS MY SON!" thundered a deep voice.
"Oh dear fucking god above," whimpered Miroku.
The queue was gone, as were Alenka and Sango. There were was a stretch limousine and some trucks that probably held baggage outside the mansion. Jill clung to Sesshomaru's hand.
"This looks bad," she said. Sesshomaru pulled away.
"Go home," he ordered. "I'll either meet you tomorrow or no one will ever see me again." He strode bravely into the house. There were signs that several people, possibly with their pants half pulled up, had left in a hurry. The maids were cleaning it all away. Sesshomaru walked around the chaos and up the stairs into the living room.
"Hello, father," he said. "You're home early." A burly man with long white hair, amber eyes and a beautiful face stood and watched his son carefully.
"Be honest," he sighed. "Are you still a virgin?" Sesshomaru looked his father straight in the eye and said,
"Yes."
"Good. I'm staying at a hotel tonight, so when I get home by tomorrow this place better be clean."
"Of course," said Sesshomaru. He watched his father leave and then headed for his own room. It had been a long day.