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"Now, then," Bethsany began after Aimee' had settled down into Yuri's
seat. "My object is to train you to be as good as any of the girls I have
here. That's not easy, you know." Yuri Otani laughed. "My girls are the very
best in the city. But we will do our best. Now, I understand that it's
been Darryn's way to tell you stories about himself, how he got his
understanding and so on. I plan on doing the same. So listen closely,
dearie, because I don't like repeating myself."
I was born the daughter of a nomad whore. I don't mind saying that
because it's completely true. My mother was a good whore, too, and a woman
devoted to Yuri's husband and Yuri's daughter. We travelled around the southern
continent on a tented wagon. There were four wagons in our train and a
total of seventeen people. We didn't even have a name for ourselves,
really; we were just "the people." There were nine cities we visited on
our course, the same course, year after year. My father was a merchant
trader and was very good at picking out what one city had that the next one
down the line would need, even after a year's absence. My mother, with Yuri's
deep red skin, slanted eyes and straight, black hair, was exotic in many of
the cities a
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