Once upon a time there were two blondes

I was still disturbed by the night before. Bit was right only in the fact that Lola didn’t want her around and I couldn’t help but focus on the meaning of that. Lola was possessive and possessiveness was a sin among slaves. A sin I could not broker. At the same time I was angry at Bit. She was feeling sorry for herself for things that were blatantly untrue. And she kept doing it even after I told her where she was wrong about things which meant she wasn’t really believing me, and how much closer to calling me a liar did you need?

The difficulty for me that added to the whole thing was that the way the girls didn’t like each other made me not want to be around either of them. I’m sure I would have heard the whine of complaint about it if I was honest out loud but I don’t think slave girls understood that the demands of a man are often unreasonable. And I didn’t want to have to be reasonable all the time. I wanted to be selfish. That was the prerogative of my gender. It was the victory we had won at the slave wars and one I would not forfeit like so many others of my sex.

It also resolved me to get a third girl. The opposite of what the girls wanted, which is how it often worked when girls weren’t all that interested in my amusement anymore divvying me up like a slab of pie.

“It was so ridiculous!” I pound the table where I sat, I spent time with both of them! I liked them each for different reasons in different ways and all I wanted was to like them both together. Damn them!

I had to put Lola as first girl, Now that it was obvious they weren’t going to get along on their own I had to give up and put someone in charge and seniority was a good way to do it. Yet I knew that I was just asking for a bunch of hang dog looks and self pity over it too, and the ihn that Lola said a single word of pride Bit would be miserable and if she didn’t Bit would be miserable thinking she was kissing ass.

“Seriously, are either of these slaves interested in pleasing me or is it a competition between them?” I went down to the market, to walk off the noise in my head.