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When Pharaoh Gregory died, there was a month of mourning. At the time, it meant that everyone in the Kingdom refrained was celebate for one month.

Then, there was the jubilation of Prince James’ coronation as Pharaoh, which was followed by a wild month of debauchery. Men walked the streets naked and often erect, offering their cocks to random women. Old men who sometimes had difficulty achieving an erection still tried. And women publicly and willing worshipped any cock presented to them and spread their legs so men could sample a taste of their cats. Old women, young women. It didn’t matter.

After the coronation Queen Beatrice urged her son to take a wife. Pharaoh James had other ideas. “Mother, I shall take three wives, and all will be equal.”

It was against traditions that went back centuries. His mother complained, “it’s not right, but you are the Pharaoh. Who are these women?” At the moment he was surrounded by his father’s wives, now widows, and numerous slave girls.

“I want my step-mothers Mathilde and Emma to be my wives.” It was a great honor, but Mathilde was in her sixties, and Emma in her forties. It was doubtful that they could bear children.

There were gasps. “And, Anna, come forward. The slave girl bowed her head and stood in front of her Pharaoh. “You are a free woman. I want you to be my wife.”

“No, no, no. It should be me. It should be me,” Zorna screamed.

“Silence woman. I’ll deal with you soon enough. All you do is complain.”

He called his chief bodyguard. Whispering in his ear, “take some men, cross the river, and bring me a woman who prefers the taste of cat over worshipping cock. Preferably one my mother’s age.”

“Yes, Your Highness.”

In the meantime, he ordered his three wives to his quarters, where workmen were already constructing separate apartments for each of them.

The next day, his bodyguard brought an old woman to the palace. “What is your name?”

“Adriana.”

“Is it true that you prefer the taste of cat to worshipping a man, even the Royal Cock of a Pharaoh?”

Adriana, stood tall, looked Pharaoh in the eye, “yes, Your Highness.”

“Is it true that women like you worship cat the same way these women worship cock?”

“It’s not exactly the same, but yes, it’s something like that. In fact, on our side of the Nile, it’s called worshipping cat.”

“Zorna, come here. Take off your gown.”

“Highness?”

“Just obey.”

“Yes, Your Highness.”

“Old woman, what do you think of her?”

“She’s lovely. A rare beauty Your Highness.”

“Zorna, lay down, and show us your cat, and don’t say a word.”

The young woman bowed her head and obeyed. “Adriana, what do you think

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