Marshall’s hands were all over Madame Pandora. Her face was flushed red as she let out a low moan. She then gently pushed him away and said, “Calm down, Your Excellency. Have you forgotten that I have a terminal illness and that you shouldn’t touch me?”

He grudgingly released her from his embrace. “D*mmit. It’s a shame your beauty is only for the eyes and not for other parts of the body.”

Madame Pandora was so overcome by grief from her husband’s passing from the battle that she ingested some