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for you. This is our solemn promise.” He kissed her forehead, the faintest brush of his lips to her skin.
    Together, the men placed a crown of jasmine flowers on her hair. “We will love, honor, and cherish you, all the days of our lives,” they said.
    Pulling them from the textile bag, Anh handed the men each a small sheaf of rice and Shiloah several sticks of her own rose-petal incense, taking the gold bar and apple from her in the same smooth movement. After the monk set a taper to a large white candle, Shiloah lit her incense sticks from its flame and walked with her new husbands to the altar where they laid the rice, and she the incense.
    Then the men turned her to face the crowd, gathered her in their arms, and kissed her deeply. The crowd clapped and stomped with approval, and Shiloah took a deep breath and smiled. Now I am married. And oh my, to the handsomest, kindest men I’ve ever met.
    Food was brought into the courtyard, and the party began in earnest. Shiloah and her men were hugged and feted, and she could see many young women who, from the looks on their faces, would have gladly swapped places with her . It was only a few days ago I was watching Stan and Goa with that sort of look. And now I’ve spent the most amazing night of my life with them. I never even imagined having so many orgasms in one night! Never knew it was possible to come so hard, so often.
    When she reached her mother, she gave her an especially heartfelt hug.
    “I’m so happy for you, my daughter. They’re good men. I know you’ll be as happy as I was with your fathers, and I believe you’ll have many more years of bliss than I did.”
    “Oh, Mama, I’m so happy. Thank you for everything.”

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    Goa, Stan, and Shiloah walked from the temple to the administrative building to fill out the legal paperwork. Under the law of the land, a woman could only be married to one man, so their people always filled out such paperwork as being married to the oldest son. If they ever needed to visit the outside world, it was usually he who would accompany her.
    Once the papers were signed and the civil ceremony completed—which took a mere ten minutes—Goa took them through the administration building to talk to the worker in charge of housing. As a semi-new member of the community, he was worried he might sound pushy, even rude, but they really would need a bigger apartment. He never wanted Orna to feel unloved, widowed so tragically as she had been. Besides, without his own parents to care for anymore, Goa welcomed the thought of having a new mother in his life. It was totally unreasonable to expect Shiloah to be commuting between the hydroponic farm, her mother’s apartment, and their own apartment each day. Moving to an apartment with space for the business as well was just plain good sense.
    Goa knocked nervously on Sompel’s door then ushered his wife and brother into the room. Sompel’s office walls were covered in maps and architectural drawings. Goa guessed they were for the brown apartment block, which was almost completed. The entire community was looking forward to the completion of the work, although now that the people had learned how to extend their hill artificially, he guessed more building would be in their plans soon, if not already. Extending the hydroponic garden would be one thing he’d like to suggest. He could think of several new crops it would be good to try.
    Sompel stood and shook hands with everyone. “Ah, Goa, Songstan, Shiloah. Congratulations and many wishes for happiness. Sit, sit. In what way can I help you?”
    Goa cleared his throat, took a breath, and prayed he would explain the needs of his new family clearly. “Stan and I have an apartment in purple block. It’s a new building, very nice. We’ve been very happy there. But now we are married—Shiloah needs space for an office to run her business. Space to package her products for shipping. I’m sure you know all about Fragrant Roses. And