A Visit With The Queen - Sequel to The Queen's Island

 A Visit With The Queen



    "Honey, these burgers look like they're almost done! You wanna have a look?"
Elizabeth called to me.
    "Be right there. You want a beer?"
    "Dumb question, sweetcakes!" she called back with a laugh. "Do I want a beer. Of
course I want a beer. Now come on out and check these burgers, OK?"
    The two years of our marriage hadn't dampened her enthusiasm or softened her
style. She was still the same feisty "Queen of the Island" That I had married. Not that it had
been easy. Easy wasn't a word for anything connected with Elizabeth. I closed the
refrigerator door and with two bottles in hand pushed open the screen door to the brick
patio and let it slam behind me. Typical suburban back yard on a Saturday evening, I
suppose. Burgers on the grill, guy and his wife having a beer as the sun goes down.
Typical. Except for one thing. Except for Elizabeth.
    I put the beer down on the little metal table beside her.
    "C'mon, hotshot," she said, "they'll be done to a frizzle. Hate 'em like that. Had to
eat too many bad burgers when I was doin' three a day with Shaw's Carnival."
    I tended to the grill. The burgers were, in fact, perfect and I began to put them on
the lightly toasted buns. Burgers with lettuce and tomato, thin slice of onion, ketchup,
mustard, relish, potato salad and a beer. Typical. Sure.
    I looked over at Elizabeth. She was rocking back and forth, shifting her body
around in the canvas chair and now, with some effort to maintain her balance, she bent
over and took the bottle in her teeth and tipped it up far enough to drink.
    "Goob," she gurgled past the neck of the beer bottle. "Oh shi..."
    What?"
    She bent over again and put the bottle back in position.
    "Ole Itsy-Bitsy just poured beer on her boobs, " she said sulkily. "You'd think by
now I'd have learned not to talk with my mouth full!"
    Elizabeth's bare breasts glistened in the golden rays of the setting sun. That's one
thing she carried over from her days on the island. She never wore a top unless we were
expecting company, people who didn't know us. A pair of cut-off, sewn up jeans were her  
regular outfit. A tall board fence around the back yard gave her plenty of privacy. Not that
she used her breasts all that much any more. They were still great breasts for a thirty-seven
year old, but not the perky pair she'd developed as a youngster. I those days she had tried
to make them do the impossible, in a desperate effort  to replace the arms and hands
missing at birth. Now she mostly made do with her narrow, pointy shoulders, chin and
mouth. Still, she liked the freedom that toplessness represented and she realized that they
still looked good.
    "Get me towel or something will you, hon? I'm drippin' all over the chair here."
    She shifted around on the chair again, her boobs bouncing merrily. She still had a
great figure for a girl with no arms. Or legs.
    I grabbed some paper towels from under the grill and poked them in her chest.
    "Thanks," she said. She shifted the weight of her bosom onto one arm of the
canvas chair and taking the corner of the towel in her mouth, dried up the remaining drops.
    "Go ahead, put the stuff on the table. I'll be right down," she said taking up the
beer bottle again.
    I put the plates on our small round glass coffee and sat down cross-legged.
Elizabeth turned around and slid backwards down from the chair, bottle in mouth.
 She waddled over to the table and set the bottle down beside her place.
    "Hey, you remember what today is?" she asked as she leaned forward and started
to chew on the burger.
    "Today?"
    "Um hmm."
    "Something special?"
    "C'mon, Dave, You remember. Does the word 'shipwreck' ring a bell?"
    "Ohmygosh," I said, my burger locked in midair.
    "Right. It's the anniversary of your boat cracking up on my island, remember?
    "Boy do I." The memories came flooding back. Storm at sea off Bermuda. Hit this
island and it's populated with all these naked girls that had arms or legs missing. Not
something you'd forget. Or my first view of Elizabeth. The Queen of the Island. No arms
or legs and shaved clean as a whistle, bottom to top, wearing only that crown. I looked at
her. Since we'd moved back to civilization her hair on her head had grown back in a soft,
wispy pinkish blonde but the power and determination that had brought her through her
teen-age years as a carnival attraction and drove her to organize her own retreat for disabled
women and girls was still  strong within her.
    I took a long draught of my beer. "I have to admit my head was pretty messed up
until you explained how you'd set the place up to give those girls a sense of independence
and self-worth," I said.
    "I guess it must have seemed wild, with your boat smashed in and all these bare-
assed amputee cuties giving you the once over." She picked up her beer again a took a long
drink herself.
    "It's been a while," I said. Ever hear from any of them?"
    "Couple of times. She burped and excused herself. "Got a letter from Alicia last
week. She'd written it a couple of weeks before but the only chance to get anything off the
island is when  Millie comes by with medical supplies or some such. They just use the
radio for emergencies."
    "They ever decide on a new queen?"
    "Cream rises to the top, babycakes," she chuckled. "Cream rises to the top."
    "Meaning?"
    "Meaning we hadn't been outta there for more than a week when that girl from
Australia  was making all the decisions and keeping the place working just the way it had
to. Nice kid, too. You remember her...Jannette?"
    "Jannette?"
"Right. She was in charge the supplies, all the food and everything. Cute kid."
    "Jannette, you say?"
     "If you saw her you'd know who I mean. Little dark-haired woman, blue eyes, no
arms and short stubby legs, one leg lot shorter than the other one. Had a place all set up in
the back of the island."  She licked the edge of the potato salad and nibbled a mouthful.
    "Oh, yes," I said. "I remember her now. Bossy little lady."
    "Yup. That's the one. Shaved the front of her head and had this long black ponytail
in back. I was always knocked out by the way she'd be all over the place on those oddball
little legs of hers. Remember?"
    I remembered her clearly now. It was amazing that she could walk at all on one
stump of a thigh that reached about half way to the knee and the other about half that
length. To say she walked with a limp was an understatement of major proportions.
    "She was funny, too," Elizabeth recalled. "She'd get in a hurry and try to run and
end up flat on her face and laugh, golly she'd just have everybody in stitches."
    "You couldn't say she fell flat on her face, exactly," I smiled.
    "That's for sure," she admitted. "Probably had the biggest pair of hooters on the
island. See there," she laughed, "if I'd said the girl with the big bozoom you'd a known
right away, right? I knew you'd remember her! Anyhow, she's Queen now, and Alicia
says she's doing a good job."
    "They all still playing by the same rules and everything?"
    "Far as I know. The upper echelon still shaves and so forth. They pretty much kept
things the way I set them up. Seems to work. They get a few new ones in now and then.
There's a little blind girl about five years old without fingers or toes that's there now, and a
woman who was in an accident and lost both legs and half of her pelvis. They're taking a
little while to get settled in."
    "You  ever think about going back?' I asked her.
    "Not really. I mean I miss some of the girls. The little ones, especially. I think
about them a lot. Life here's pretty good, though. I did that bit and I'm glad I did. Be fun
to see some of them again."
    Elizabeth took another long sip from her beer and replaced it beside her plate. She
wobbled back and forth and backed away from the table.
    "Gimme a lift, would ya, babe? I'd like to just sit up for a while. It's really nice out
here tonight."
    I hoisted Elizabeth up onto the canvas chair and started gathering the dishes.
    "I'll be right bac..."
    BEEP!
    BEEEEEP BEEEEEEP!  
    A raucus car horn was making urgent noises out front.
    "Crap," growled Elizabeth. "I didn't wanta get dressed. Go see who it is, will ya
Dave?"
    "Right."
    I dropped the dishes off in the sink, grabbed a light cotton shawl Elizabeth keeps
for emergencies and went to the door.
    There was a large conversion van in front of the place with a couple of girls in the
front seat. I couldn't see who they were from the distance, but they were bobbing around,
looking to see if anyone was coming to the door. As soon as they saw our door open, they
nodded to each other and it looked like the driver was calling to someone in back. From the
doorway I could see a sidedoor  start to slide open and what looked like a handicapped lift
begin to unfold.
    I figured I'd better check this one out pretty quick, so I started down the walk to the
gate. There was something familiar about the girls in front.
I had the feeling I  knew them from somewhere. Work, maybe. Just couldn't place them.
The side door was open completely now and the lift was poised at the entrance, but wasn't
moving.
    As I got through the gate the window on the passenger side came down and a
young blonde head turned to me with a mischievous smile: "Hello, Prince Consort," she
said, "We've come to visit Queen Bitsy the First!"

    Queen Bitsy???!!  Hell, the only people who knew about that were the girls on the
island...Oh My Gosh! That's who they were! These were the two girls of who had been
there at that first banquet on the island. The one nearest me, I recognized as the armless
little girl who had been seated next to me. She had just stubs of legs. The other, now at the
wheel, had short stubby legs as well but short nubs at each shoulder . The two girls, now
old enough to drive,  somehow had gotten a van rigged so they could drive it. Sonofa gun!
    "My gosh, how'd you find us?," I spluttered.
    The one nearest the window turned a close-cropped blonde head: "Alicia's letter!
She had Tina carry it down to the dock  when the supply boat came and she memorized it,
didn't you?"
    The one in the driver's seat  nodded and smiled in victory. "So when we got the
chance we decided to come for a surprise visit! Are you surprised?"
    "Wow. This is fantastic! Well...Oh, gee, wait'll Elizabeth sees you guys!"
    The two heads turned to me: "We didn't screw up did we? I mean everything's OK,
isn't it?" they asked through the van window.
    "No, everything's fine...C'mon in! It's just the shock! Why? I mean, what made
you come?"
    It was Queen Jannette's idea. She decided she'd never been to the states and missed
Bitsy too, so she got the whole plan together. Arranged the van got it modified so we could
drive with our legs and shoulders and everything."
    "Jannette?" I said, my voice clearly raised both in volume and pitch.
    "Hello Mate!" came that familiar Aussie voice from the side door.

    The lift became energized again and lowered itself out the side door, carrying its
passenger to the grass alongside the curb. Just the passenger. No wheelchair. Just the
reigning Queen of Elizabeth's Island. She wasn't dressed as Elizabeth had presented
herself. As Queen Bitsy, Elizabeth's only raiment had been her crown. Queen Jannette,
while she may have been nude on the island, had chosen a traveling outfit for this occasion.
    A light cape embroidered in gold and scarlet was gathered in front, covering the
proportions that were even more outstanding than I had recalled. A short purple and gold
skirt was draped low across her hips. She was not wearing anything on the ends of her
legs. She stood upright, quite elegantly on the shorter member, the other off a bit to one
side, more for balance than support.
    "Good to see you again," she said as the platform settled.
    "Jannette, You look fantastic!" I said.
    "Her Royal Highness Queen Jannette, if you please!" she laughed. "Do you think
Bitsy will get a kick out of this?"
    "She'll absolutely flip out," I said. "C'mon in...When you get to the door, along
with your ladies in waiting, I'll get Bitsy to come to the door and you can give her the full
treatment! Oh my gosh!"
    "Help the kids in front will ya, mate? When they modified the van they didn't do
the door handles very well."
    I stepped forward and helped the girls out of the front seat. They each wore light
leather vests that hung open to the sides, making no attempt to cover the perky young
bosom of either the driver or the passenger. Dora, the passenger, was wearing tooled
leather stump boots and a jean skirt, The driver, Tina, had on brown denim cut offs and
with the van safely parked was now wiggling into her own boots.
    "Go ahead," she said in a stage whisper, "get Bitsy!"

    "Elizabeth! There's some one here to see you," I called out to the patio.
    "Crap. Nice quiet evening shot in the tail. Oh well. OK I'm coming."
    "Here, I brought your shawl."
    Elizabeth swiveled and swayed her way through the kitchen as I straightened the
shawl around her narrow shoulders. Before she could ask me who was out there, I went
ahead to the front door and got ready to open it. Through the glass at the top of the door I
could see the three girls from the island starting up the walk.
    The new queen was limping along on her uneven thigh stubs, her magnificent
upper body flailing about within the embroidered cape as she fought to keep her balance.
As I watched I was impressed by the effort and concentration she needed just to take the
few steps up the walk. She was wearing the crown now and somehow was able to keep
her head up and even looked curiously stately. A step or two behind, the two ladies-in-
waiting moved along, one stump-step at a time in pace with their Queen.

    I counted to three under my breath, then threw the door open.

    "Holy shi..." blurted Elizabeth.
    "Long live the Queen!!" sang out the two girls.
    "Oh my Lord in Heaven," said Elizabeth, "Jannette! and Dora and Tina!! Where'd
you come from? How'd you get here? Oh this is fantastic!"
    "It's a long story, Bitsy," they said almost as one, "Can we come in?"
    "Well certainly! Get yourselves in here! Dave, did you know about this?"
    "No, honey, I was just as surprised as you are!"
    "Get your little tails in here and tell me the whole story!" Elizabeth said. She rocked
in place to turn around and started into the living room. "Dave, see if they've got stuff to
bring in. Oh, this is just wonderful. Come in. Come in!"
    "There are a couple of things in the back of the van if you don't mind," Dora said.
"It's open."
    I went out to the van and found some bundles wrapped in course fabric. When I got
back to the living room Elizabeth had clambered up onto her favorite easy chair and the
girls were helping their Queen up onto the sofa.
    "Take that stuff right back to the guest room, will ya, Dave? You girls don't mind
sharing a room, Do you? I mean it's got two big beds in it." Oh this is fantastic!"
    "We really don't have to put you out, Queen Bitsy," Jannette said. We do have
reservations in town if..."
    "You'll do no such a thing," laughed Elizabeth. "Now you just settle down and
make yourselves comfortable! Dave get our guests something to drink! You guys want a
beer or what? We got soft drinks and I think there's some iced tea out there too. Oh my
gosh, did you have dinner?"
    "Yes, we stopped at a drive-in on the way," Tina said.  "Really funny. They had to
come out to get the money and make change. Couldn't reach that window where the boy
was. You should have seen the expression on his face when he saw us. He was so cute.
Wasn't  he, Dora? Wasn't he cute?"
    Queen Jannettte raised an eyebrow but said nothing and turned to me.
     "Thank you Prince Consort," Jannette said. "Ice tea, if you have it would be
lovely."
    "Ooooo, soda pop," chimed the girls as one. "Yess!"

    When I got back from the kitchen Jannette had let the cape slip down behind her on
the couch and turned her extraordinary upper body to me, as if reaching out.
    "Just put it right in between, mate, if you don't mind," she said, matter-of factly.
    I held the glass between her breasts.
    "Just a bit higher," she said hunching her shoulders, "There ye go, that's perfect."
    I was hoping that Elizabeth hadn't noticed my hand shaking. Jannette grasped the
glass in her bosom and began to sip the tea from the straws I had put in the glass. Elizabeth
had taught me to do that.
    "What about you girls?" I asked the two younger girls who were sitting on the
floor, leaning back against the sofa. They each knocked off their boots and reached up with
their leg stumps.
    "Here, please," Tina said. "I can't get my little guys to hold much of anything yet.
Here, just hand me the pop."
    "Me too," said Dora. "Queen Jannette has all the armless girls trying, but some of
us are...well, better suited than others. I'm still just doing things with my legs, like some
little kid."
    She took the soda in her leg stubs and tipped up the glass.
    "You've expanded the Capable Body program?" Elizabeth asked.
    "Yes. It seemed to make such a big difference in the lives of those of us that you
taught, I thought it useful for the other members as well. Some, of course are, as Dora has
said are better suited for the training.
    "Like Philomena," Tina broke in, "Tell her about Philomena!"
    "I remember her," Elizabeth said. "Pretty little girl from England or Scotland was
it? Missing both arms and her feet that were just little pads, weren't they? Her body was
developing nicely, though. I thought she might be a good candidate."
    Jannette took a long sip of her tea.
    "Philomena is something of a special case," she said. "To say that she was
developing nicely is an understatement. Her upper body couldn't be more perfect for the
techniques."
    "Some girls have all the luck," chuckled Elizabeth.
    "No kidding, Queen Bitsy," chimed in Dora, "You should see her boobies! As big
as our Queen's but they stick out more. And she's learned to make them do all this neat
stuff!"
    "She has had good luck, to be sure, and good genes," continued Jannette, "but
even more important is the tremendous amount of work she has done to make her bosom
useful. Practical. Long hours into the night she's up doing the exercises and practicing the
basic skills. Then during the day she puts that training to use in the kitchen where she
works."
    "I sneak in the kitchen sometimes just to watch," admitted Dora. "I try really hard to
do what she does, like pick up things or use a knife with my little guys but I can't squeeze
them together. I can stick out my nippys and poke at things but that's about it." she said
sadly. "She's such an inspiration, though. I see her and I just keep trying!"
    "Good for you, dear." said Elizabeth. "Keep trying. That's what it's all about.
Making the most of what you've got."
    "I've gotten better with my legs, though, haven't I?" Dora asked.
    "Yes, Dora, " Jannette replied. "I think it's wonderful how well you can carry out
your assignments."
    "Thank you, your highness."
    "You're quite welcome," she said. Dora was about to continue when Queen
Jannette spoke again.
    "I think we should consider the consort here, girls. Since he is a male and has no
breasts, perhaps we should change the topic. Is that acceptable?"
    The girls nodded.
    "I think mine are paralyzed or something, anyhow," remarked Tina. "They won't
do hardly anything. Less said the better."
    "Do we have to keep our coverings on here?" Dora asked Elizabeth. "Everything's
sort of bunched up down there," she said looking at her crotch. "Jannette said clothing
would be comfortable but I don't like the way it feels."
    "Long as you're in the house or out in back, I guess it would be all right to go
natural," Elizabeth replied. "That OK with you Dave?"
    "You're the boss, honey." I said.
    "OK, kids, go on back to the guest room and get comfortable."
    The two youngsters trotted off down the hall.
    "I'd like to join them in a few minutes, if you don't mind," Jannette said, arching
her back and holding out the empty iced tea glass to me.
    "I'd like to discuss something with you first, Bitsy, however." She glanced in my
direction and waited for me to take the glass away.
    I took the glass to the kitchen and as I returned Elizabeth was saying, "You can say
anything in front of him you'd say to me. No problem."
    "Well, quite honestly, it has to do with ...sex."
    "How's that?" Elizabeth asked, surprised.
    "I apologize if this seems out of order, but ever since the girls gave The Consort
that first bath, the topic of males and their abilities to provide sexual pleasure and
satisfaction has grown all out of proportion. At any given moment one will hear stories of
fantastic sex at every turn. Masturbation is practiced openly every hour of the day and night
and the girls have been trying every conceivable way to help each other to experience the
ecstasy that the rumors describe."
    She looked at me again.
    "While I realize that it was the storm that brought you to our island, and that it was
not your fault, your presence there for that short time has begun a storm that is raging on
the island to the point where the only work that gets done is by the very young or the
women who are in the phase of the moon where the drive is less intense. All the rest of the
girls are exploring each other's bodies or engaging in some activity with carrots or
cucumbers or heaven knows what!"
    Elizabeth was taking this all in with a hard, stony stare.
    "Damn!" she said. "Oh, damnation!"
    The voices of the girls came from the hallway. "This feels much more like home."
    The two delightfully nude young ladies appeared in the living room. Their pubic
hair had each been trimmed and shaved into the shape of a little heart.
    "Thanks, Queen Bitsy, Prince Consort!" they chimed.
    "You're welcome," I said. "If you get cold, later, just let me know, I'll turn up the
heat."
    The girls giggled, whispered to each other and giggled some more.
    "If you have something to share," said Elizabeth, " perhaps we could enjoy it too."
    "Um...we... we were just wondering how he  was going to ..." sputtered Dora.
    "How he was going to turn up the heat!" laughed Tina.

    "OK, girls," said Elizabeth sternly, "we gotta talk. Jannette, you want to go get
comfortable? Let me lay out some groundwork with these kids, all right?"
    I helped Jannette slide down from her seat and she headed for the other guest room.
The girls plopped down in front of the couch.  I suggested that this conversation might be
better held without me but Elizabeth thought otherwise.
    "You keep yourself right here. You're the only example of a male we got just now
so we'll need your expertise. Better yet, sweetcakes, go take you shorts off and come on
back. Put 'em in the hamper, OK?"
    "Everything?"
    "You got it."
    When I returned Elizabeth had wriggled out of her jeans and she and she was
talking to the girls in the low tones of a mother telling her daughters about the birds and the
bees.
    "That's the most important thing to remember," she was saying. The whole reason
we have these feelings is so that we'll be able to procreate and create children. If we
weren't attracted to the males, and they weren't attracted to us, and the physical experience
wasn't pleasurable, there simply wouldn't be any more children. That would be the end of
humanity."
    As I entered the room all eyes turned to me. Elizabeth looking me straight in the
eyes, the girls looking intensely at my male member. At the sight of the three naked and
limbless ladies a certain amount of response was inevitable. Fortunately the reaction was
just a mild filling out, nothing more.
    "Hi, Dave. Thanks," she said. "Look it over, girls. That's a fair representation of
what all this hullabaloo is all about. You remember Dave from the Island, but you probably
never got up close and personal. Go ahead. Ask questions. Remember, he's still my
husband and Prince Consort emeritus so be nice. One more thing. It's the way he was
born. This thing here," she said nodding at my manhood, "is only a part of what makes a
male a male. He's not a girl with outdoor plumbing. That's probably even more important.
They're a whole different species. Some are real nice like this one and some are real pains
in the butt. Literally. OK. Who's first?"
    ""Me, me!" called Tina, waggling her tiny arm stubs.
    "What, Tina?" I asked.
    "Well, first of all, how do you pee? Everybody I know has these different places
for things. You know, inside there's  the little pleasure bump and then the little place where
the pee comes out and the big place...right?  It looks like you only have one thing that
sticks out and that other business hanging down behind. I can't see where the pee comes
out."
    "It comes out the end. Very convenient, actually."
    "I thought the stuff that makes babies comes out the end." said Dora. "Are there
two holes or..."
    "No, just one. The regular passage of urine keeps the channel open so that when
it's time to deliver sperm, the way will be clear."
    "Oh."
    "Oh, I see."
    "What's all that bagfull of stuff behind it? What do you do with that?"
    "Not much," I said with  a little laugh.
    "Come on, now Dave," chided Elizabeth, "Girls, that's the scrotum and inside are
the testicles, usually called by any number of nicknames. Balls, usually, but there are lots
of others. That's where the sperm is manufactured. Without them, well, a man just isn't a
man. OK?"
    The girls were edging closer and closer to me with each question and answer.
    "Not so close, girls," came the voice of Jannette at the corner of the room. "I need
to see this too, you know. You must remember, I was just three years old when I came to
the island. I need this information even more than you do!"
    At the sight of Jannette's remarkable nude figure, my manhood responded just a bit
more.
    "Oh, look, it's waking up!" called Tina. "Look, look! Come here, Queen Jannette,
and watch what it's doing!" added Dora, bouncing up and down on her leg stubs.
    Jannette lurched over and joined the girls as Elizabeth watched, doing her best not
to laugh.
    "Oooh, make it do something," twittered Dora. "Here, Queen Jannette, touch it!  It
feels so smooth and so strong, all at once"
    "Does it do tricks?" chirped Tina, "I forget! What can you make it..."
    Slowly the two girls looked up from the object of their fascination...across my
stomach and chest until their eyes came to rest on mine.
    "Oh my gosh." said Tina.
    "Oh gee" echoed Dora.
    "Prince Consort, I think all three of us owe you a most sincere apology," said
Jannette, her eyes returning to the matter before them.
    "No need, I said. "It's good to get this out in the open."
    "Ladies," spoke up Elizabeth, "just remember that as interesting as that bit of
biology is, it's a part of as human being, and damn fine one at that. If more men would
remember that about us women the world would be a whole lot better place."
    "Is it all right to ask..." said a serious faced Jannette, "if the experience is as
pleasurable for the male as it is for us?"
    "According to the other males of my acquaintance and speaking for myself, I can
think of no more pleasurable experience," I said.
    Elizabeth raised an eyebrow and nodded her head, asking me to come closer.  I
excused myself from the ladies and stepped very close to Elizabeth.
    "I've seen Mr. Lucky close up," she winced, "lean over, I want to whisper
something!"
    "Well if you think it's a good idea, I'll try," I said a moment later to her. "I'm not a
young studly  but I will try!"

    And so, later that evening, it was Elizabeth's idea that the best answers for the
questions the trio had should come from first-hand experience, not that any of the trio had
hands or arms worth mentioning or more than stubs of legs.
    The hours with the two girls had rather a circus atmosphere, being mostly
concerned with the variety of experiences we could develop as a threesome. It was fun and
we must have tried some things that hadn't been tried before and they thoroughly  enjoyed
it.
    The time with Jannete was a different experience altogether. She twisted and
turned, moaning and panting, swallowing me into her voluptuous body in every
conceivable way until we were both exhausted.
    It was nearly dawn when I crept back into bed with Elizabeth.
    "How'd they do, hon?" she asked. "They OK?"
    "They're fine, I whimpered. "I'm totally whipped."
    "Good boy. We'll sleep late, OK?"

    In the morning I made breakfast and took trays to their rooms. I usually made
Elizabeth breakfast in bed anyhow so it wasn't that big a deal.
    By eleven we were all back in the living room again, not a stitch on.
    "So what do you think, girls?" asked Elizabeth.
    "I think we need to find some nice males for the island," Tina suggested.
    "Just a few, so that they don't get too rambunctious," added Dora.
    "Will you attend to your duties and reserve your feelings for appropriate after-hours
times if we were to do this?" asked Jannettte.
    "Oh yes!" they replied as one. "It's so much more fun with the real thing. I got
much more twitchy dancy with him than with anything else we've tried," said Tina. "Thank
you so much!"
    "He laughs and it's all so much more fun!" added Dora. "I just love it. Much better!
Much!"
    "And you, Your Highness?" asked Elizabeth of Jannette.
    "What is the quote..." she looked at the ceiling. "Oh yes...Henry the Eighth..'nine
months from this moment new royalty will be born...' something like that." She smiled a
smile that was curiously reminiscent of a certain work in the Louvre.
    
    By noon they were gone.