Dorotea sighed. The bonfire had been a lot of fun and a very cleansing experience for many of the Ho's, more were forgiving the General, but something just wasn't right. Emmy still wasn't a full-time diva again. Diebin, well...one always had to worry about her. The Dean was just getting stranger by the day. Darry would probably be fine now that the General had gotten her some nicotine patches and that obnoxious kid had been scared away. Kmyira's hair, well, it would grow back.

Dorotea was worried about the General though, he had been through a lot. Dorotea looked around the library. She had done a little bit of redecorating. That Sith Martha would have hated it. Dorotea had added comfy, large floor cushions of woven silk, wall hangings from India, a few deities, lots of incense, and sitar background music.

Dande floated into the library, humming along to the classical Indian music. 'There might be hope for her yet,' thought Dorotea.

"Dorotea, I love what you've done with the Library," Dande said in her melodious voice. "It makes me think of my beloved Master....the grapes I could have fed him here."

'Note to self, time to redecorate,' Dorotea thought. 'Maybe black, with Celtic crosses and NIN playing in the background.' "Hmm...yes. You know, Dande, I'm worried about the General...."

Dande nodded sympathetically. "As you should be, you know my Master would have never ended up in a mental institution, he knew how to handle women. You remember, don't you Dorotea? The General just needs a little pampering."

Dorotea whimpered slightly. It had been a long time since she had gotten any, thus the memories were even sweeter. The General had gotten her the job as Librarian and fixed her car, even had the bumper replaced, so it didn't need to be duct taped on anymore. Maybe he could use a little tender loving wench care. "Dande, do you have any grapes?"

Dande smiles sweetly. 'Once a wench, always a wench,' she thinks to herself. All would be right at HSU again soon.

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The General settled down into the cushions on the floor of the library. He hadn't been surprised that Dorotea had called asking for him to return her laptop, but he had been surprised when he walked into the library with it to find her dressed in a black silk sari, embroidered with intricate gold and red designs.

Dorotea sunk down next to the General, holding a book. "Thank you for fixing my car," she said softly, with a smile. "I love the V8 engine, although I have already gotten several speeding tickets."

The General began to feel uneasy, Dorotea was not acting like herself at all, she was being nice. Where was the usual sarcasm and cynicism? "You're welcome..." his voice trailed off as Dorotea picked up a vine of grapes.

Dorotea plucked a grape and pushed into the surprised General's mouth. "Can I read to you?" She asked.

The General nodded. This wasn't normal, but it was kind of nice after all the recent unpleasantness. Who was he to argue if one of his girls suddenly let her latent wench tendencies come forward? Hadn't he been working day and night to make his girls happy?

Dorotea smiled sweetly and opened the book she was holding. She pressed another grape to the General's mouth, he opened and accepted the grape, then slowly sucked her finger into his mouth. He sucked up and down the length of her finger, his hot mouth melted her insides and she moaned softly.

Dorotea took a deep breath, she had forgotten how rewarding wench behavior could be. "There are eight Alinganas, or modes of embracing, which will here be enumerated and carefully described," Dorotea read from the Kama Sutra, as the General kissed her neck and explored the soft silk of the sari. "Vrikshadhirudha is the embrace which simulated the climbing of a tree, and it is done as follows: when the man stands up the wife should place one foot upon his foot, and raise the other leg to the height of his thigh, against which she presses it. Then encircling his waist with her arms, even as a man prepares to swarm up a palm trunk, she holds and presses him forcibly, bends her body over his, and kisses him as if sucking the water of life."

The General took the book out of Dorotea's hands and tossed it aside. She started to protest, but he pressed his lips into hers, swallowing her words. The General plucked two grapes from the vine and released Dorotea's mouth. He gave her a cocky grin and slipped one grape into her mouth and the other into his own. Dorotea returned his grin and reached behind his neck and pulled his face to hers. Their lips met and her grape is pushed into his mouth as his is pushed into hers.

When their lips parted, the General whispered, "I wanted to feed you too...is that allowed?"

Dorotea shifted, her ankles bells twinkling, as she moved to straddle the General. "You're not supposed to ask, just do as you please," she smiled seductively. Poor General, he had no idea what to with a wench. "But if you tell any of the other Ho's I fed you grapes, I'll hurt you, because I, despite this, am a Ho. An Alternative Ho, but a Ho still. You will find no duct tape on this body."

The General nodded, relieved that Dorotea was threatening him again, he had been afraid yet another one of his girls was losing it. He picked another grape and gently pressed it against her lips, she parted her lips just enough for him to slide the grape into her mouth. She captured his finger, and sucked on it - she started softly, then gradually increased the suction.

The General moaned and began pulling on the mountains of silk fabric, trying to figure out how to unwrap Dorotea. Dorotea released his finger and picked another grape. He was just opening his mouth to accept it when they heard a loud gasp.

The newly shorn Kymira, Brenda and Shana stood at the entrance, mouths open in shock.

"If Emmy hears about this, she'll never get her Diva powers back!" Brenda exclaimed.

Kymira just stood, eyes wide. Had Dorotea gone back to the Wench side? This was scarier than the voodoo thing. Would the General expect this sort of behavior from all his girls?

Shana eyed the beautiful silk sari. "Give me the sari and Emmy will never find out about this." She said in a even tone that fooled no one. Her eyes gave away her homicidal tendencies.

Dorotea sighed. "Why did I listen to Dande?"