It was cold enough in the castle that I pulled the hood up over my head; it felt odd hanging off my ears like that.It was cold enough in the castle that I pulled the hood up over my head; it felt odd hanging off my ears like that. Further inside the castle it was even colder, although I could hear commotion downstairs, and the sounds of heavy wood being stacked, which led me to believe a fire was either going or being started. I followed the stair down to the main floor, where Susan was indeed directing a pair of wheeled droids stacking firewood in a corner of the main room. She waved as I came down the stairs and directed me to sit on the stone ring around the fire pit. "We'll be starting it up in a few minutes," she shouted over the general din and whine of the electric motors. I nodded and smiled, pulling my robe a little tighter. It was a matter of waiting. After a few minutes the droids left permanently, leaving me and Susan alone in the heart of the castle. "Good morning," she said as she walked over to me. Unlike me, she was dressed in a simple blue and white jumpsuit, zippered up the front. It looked very functional, and very cold, but she seemed undisturbed as her breath collected in the air like mine. "Good morning," I replied, gently. I can understand what Ken sees in her, because Susan is beautiful; A perfectly shaped body, proportionate in all places, with large breasts and a magnificent head of curly raven hair, just the way Ken likes it. Just like mine. The hair, not the breasts. Hers are much larger than mine. She has that human face that men call 'motherly,' I guess. It does have that trusting quality. "Sleep well?" she asked, sitting down next to me. She took out a box of long, wooden matches and struck one to the stone, lighting it, and tossing it into the kindling and straw. |