It was too quiet, so she ran up the stairs to her old bedroom. The door was shut and she heard muffled voices coming from inside the room. She listened with her ear to the door to the unmistakable sounds of sex. She stood with her arms crossed, fuming as each minute passed. When the door opened, she grabbed the man by the arm. “Hey loverboy, who the hell do you think you are?”

The man was unaccustomed to any woman questioning him. He gave the orders in his world. “Woman, let go of me.” He raised his hand as if to slap her across the face, but she stopped him in mid swing. “I would think twice about that.”

He forced Olivia’s hand from his arm and walked off, but Olivia was right behind him. “You’re not fooling anyone. I grew up here, and every man thought he was a prophet, building his own harem or ‘family’, but this is my house.”

“This is my home, woman, and within these walls are my women.” He walked away and looked out into the back yard. A smile formed on his lips as he watched the women toil in the dirt. One by one they would be chosen to share his bed. They knew what was expected of them. His fleshly desires were theirs to satisfy and for that honor they would be rewarded in the hereafter. He glanced back at Olivia. She was the epitome of the evils of secular society. She wore too much makeup and with the clothes she wore, anyone could easily visualize her naked form. He then realized that he was staring and quickly averted his gaze to the floor.