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firmly.  "Thank you," she said with a nod, following the chef from the room.
    Brice called out, "Franklin, wait!"
    The chef stopped.  "Go ahead and eat in the kitchen."  He walked back into the room where the three men were watching him carefully."
    Brice frowned at him.  "I hope you know that she's off limits."
    Franklin sighed.  "I know.  I'm in a committed relationship."
    Trystan studied the man.  "We know that.  Would you be in a committed relationship with a man if you thought one with a woman was within your reach."
    Franklin looked like he struggled with the answer, before he shook his head.  "No, I wouldn't.  But I wouldn't do anything to compromise my lover or to try to break up a marriage.  I do have morals."
    Jaron nodded at him, struggling with whether to trust the man or not.  "Just so you know, there will be a surveillance system that will be watched at all times when the houses are built."
    Franklin nodded.  "I expect nothing less."  He left the room stiffly.
    Brice sighed.  "I'm sure we've offended him, but I would fire my chef before I'd get rid of Sarah."  He grinned.  "That girl loves sex."
    Trystan smiled.  "She does.  Are we men enough to keep up with her, though?"
    Jaron laughed softly.  "I don't think ten of us would be enough.  We're going to have to make sure she always has those sex toys available."
    Brice sniffed.  "Something smells good.  What do you think Franklin cooked for her?"  He stood up.  "I'm going to go see what I can find to eat."
    The other two followed him into the kitchen.  They found Sarah seated at the table with a huge plate of food in front of her.  "Is that chicken fettuccini alfredo?" Brice asked, already drooling at the possibility.
    "Yes, sir," Franklin answered stiffly.  "I prepared enough for all of you."
    The men all grabbed plates and sat around the table.  Jaron looked at Sarah.  "Is it good?"
    Sarah nodded, her mouth full of food.  She swallowed quickly.  "I've never had this before, but it's wonderful!  I could eat it every day."
    Brice nodded, twirling some fettuccini on his fork.  "It's my favorite."
    Trystan took a bite and sighed contentedly.  "This is fabulous."  He looked over at Franklin.  "Thank you for cooking for all of us.  I can see why Brice speaks so highly of you."
    Franklin seemed to relax a bit.  "I'm glad you like it."
    After they'd finished eating, Trystan turned to Sarah.  "We need to get you some decent clothes to wear.  I'll have someone come in tomorrow morning to fit you."  He looked at Brice.  "Who's staying home with her tomorrow?"
    Sarah wrinkled her nose.  "I feel like an infant.  Why do I need someone staying home with me?  That's ridiculous."
    Trystan and Brice exchanged looks.  "We know how sexual you are, and think you may need someone around to help you with that.  If someone is here, they can aid you with the toys and their bodies," Trystan explained.
    She blushed.  "You don't trust me, do you?  Do you think I'd go down to the hotel lobby and proposition someone?"
    "Of course, we don't!"  Jaron responded.  "We just don't want you to be left up here frustrated."
    Sarah stood up.  "Well, I'm frustrated now.  Who's going to take care of that?"  She walked toward the bedroom where they'd all taken her the night before.  She refused to dwell on the fact that they were worried about her cheating on them.  No, if they were that worried about her being sexually frustrated, then they could by God do something about it.
    She walked into the room and dropped her robe, sitting on the foot of the bed, with her legs spread.  She put her hands to her breasts and started toying with her own nipples.
    Jaron was the first to reach the bedroom and stopped short in the doorway, drinking in the site of her playing with her own breasts.  He said nothing as he stepped into the room and dropped first his shirt and then his pants.  He looked at Trystan and Brice who had followed him in.  "We should