Brown, Berengaria - Shared Possession [Possessive Passions 1] (Siren Publishing Ménage Amour) Read Online Free PDF

sides. Up until now the various entries had only been doorway or stoop areas from various homes.
    “Red, green, and blue apartment blocks are to the right, gold and purple to the left,” said Anh. “We’re building a new block—brown—down that road, too, as more Chinese men are joining the community looking for brides.”
    “The shopping precinct and the temple are up ahead, not far now. Past the temple are the school, the hospital, and the administrative building. Off to the right, farther along, is the business zone and the hydroponic farm. I’ll take you to the farm and show you around next week,” said Shiloah.
    “Because a lot of New Thimphu is hidden under a row of low hills, the city has developed linearly. But now we’re using the soil we dig out to extend, to cover over the buildings. Where the brown apartment block is being built was the end of the hill, so we made a prefabricated extension of it with timber and plastic, and then as we dug down to build the foundations, we used the soil to cover over the top of the buildings between them and the false outside layer. As soon as the grass has regrown properly, we’ll remove the wood and store it to use again another time. Soil is excellent for insulation from heat, cold, and sound. Even in the middle of winter, the temperature seldom drops below sixty, so heating and cooling are not much of a problem in here.”
    Chevaunne smiled at Sam, grateful for his explanation. She hadn’t really thought about it yet, but there must be a lot of things she’d taken for granted living outside that now were issues to be worked around, problems to be solved for a people who hid themselves away most of the time.
    She could see the temple ahead now, a large, white rectangular building. The roof was curved, and just below it was a red ocher stripe that went right around it. The walls seemed to slope inward, but likely that was just an optical illusion. There were a few windows high up under the stripe and one massive door.
    As soon as they walked through the doorway, she realized that she hadn’t seen any other people. The entire township was inside the courtyard, laughing and chattering, waiting for the wedding. Luckily the courtyard was huge to accommodate such a gathering.
    Near the front of the courtyard, closest to the entry into the temple itself, was a row of chairs with older people sitting on them. She saw Anh’s grandmother—great-grandmother—with the two men who’d accompanied her to the hospital. She looked well and was smiling and talking to the people beside her. Altogether, about a dozen people were sitting down and well over a hundred more were standing around with a herd of children corralled in one corner of the area.
    An old man with a full head of pure white hair stood immediately in front of the entry to the temple proper. He was wearing a long robe of blues and greens, geometric shapes woven and intertwined so the colors blended into each other and shimmered as he moved. The monk, Father Yeshe, she guessed.
    Her escort shuffled around her so she was in the center, directly in front of Father Yeshe with Jim, then Sam, then Paul on her right and Anh, then Shiloah, then Kiri on her left.
    The monk raised both arms in the air, and silence fell on the community. Chevaunne was still somewhat in a state of shock. It was less than twenty-four hours since she’d been kidnapped. Only a day since she’d really met these men. She still didn’t know much about them, although she was gaining an appreciation for their lifestyle and culture. But still, she was moving into a whole new world, and she had no real proof this wasn’t some kind of mad cult who was going to make her a sex slave. Or some kind of human sacrifice. Or—
    Surely they wouldn’t have dressed her in such beautiful clothes if they were going to sacrifice her. So, a sex slave. But then again, with the amazing orgasms she’d had last night, was sex slavery really such a bad thing?