FLASH.
I'm back with Lamashtu in the tent, all those months ago, seducing her, or letting her seduce me.She joins me on the bed, spooning with me. I'm the little spoon compared to her.
"You poor thing," she says huskily. "You work far too hard. When we're married, there'll be less work, more fun."
Pazuzu is outside waiting for me, waiting for Lamashtu to fall asleep.
"I'd like less work, more fun. I'd like to just enjoy the fruits of my labors with my consorts."
Her hands stroke my back. Maddeningly, she does give a spectacular massage. "You're going to rest more. I'll see to it. Next month, we'll just watch from our suite as the guests engage in all manner of perversions. We'll eat, drink, have sex, cuddle, and let the money roll in while we live a life few celestials can dream of."
"Sounds great," I say, trying not to clench my teeth again. I'm just replaying this moment.
