The woman named Reba caught hold of Happy’s hand and then giggled at the sight of his physique which was no doubt rippling underneath the clothes that he was wearing.
“So what should I be calling you?” asked Reba as she pulled towards a room which was large but there were a very few women in sight.
“You can call me Happy, dear. By the way what was the story with your uncle back there? I did not understand that part, would you care to explain if it is not too much of an intrusion,” said Hephaestus, gingerly as if testing the waters.
“Oh no no…that is not going to be a problem at all…come …have a seat with us and drink then I shall tell you the story of what my uncle had done with me and what I was enduring when Mother rescued me and then blessed me,” said Reba as she pulled him down to t
