The chief of the police couldn’t resist yelling at my luvs when they met with him and Antonio in the mead tavern during my luvs’ lunch break the day before yesterday. When he finished, my Prince asked him:

- What did you expect us to do? They planned to rape Eva and Ivy! That is unforgivable and it had to be heavily punished so they wouldn’t dare to do it again.

The Chief: You must be joking, Prince. Raping Ivy? I want to see the one or them who would do it. They might try it, but they will regret it. I wish you two will stop making excuses for justifying your cruelty and admit that you make no difference between offenders.

When he finished yelling and criticizing, he commended their skills:

- If you wouldn’t be so fucking good at what you are doing, I would suspend you a long time ago.

After finishing lunch each of them bought a bottle of the mead and they returned to their duties.

My Ivy thrilled me yesterday morning when she went to the tax office with my Prince to fill up some papers for us and the children. Since it took it very long, and it was hot, my Prince was very thirsty. As soon as they finished, they sat on their bike and drove to the nearest café where he ordered a liter of mineral water with lemon. Enjoying the short break before returning to the Hotel, they spotted two gypsies (20+ years old) who poked around their electric bike as they are admiring it, but they also constantly looked around like they were checking if nobody is watching them. Of course, their suspicious behavior made my Prince react. But my Ivy started to beg him to let her deal with them kissing his face and lips and talking “I love you” very cuddly. She told me he let her do it, but he watched her back all the time keeping a discretely close distance from her. Concluding that nobody cares what they were doing, one of the gypsies sat on the bike trying to figure out how to steal it. When my Ivy, pretending that she is just a random walker suddenly came closer to them and asked them: “And what do you think you are doing, assholes?” the guy who supposes to be on guard pulled the switchblade and told her: “Fuck off, blonde before I …” He didn’t finish the sentence because my Ivy punched him in the face, disarmed him and knocked him on the ground pressing his back with her leg on the ground. His pal jumped off the bike and started to run, but he ran into my Prince’s hands who grasped him for his neck and hit him in the belly making him gasp for air. Then they called the police. Gypsies started to beg them to let them go, giving numerous and various promises about not doing it ever again. My luvs were stone-hearted because they know gypsies. Stealing, lying, and robbing are in their blood. When the police arrived, they made a report and took gypsies into custody. The Chief of the police called my luvs later and said:

- I am amazed you didn’t heavily harm those two gypsies. Why?

Prince: You said yesterday, that we equally and cruelly punish all offenders regardless of their crime. As you can see now, that is not true. We caught them before they stole our bike and there was no need for heavy punishment. If they succeed and if we have to hunt them, we’ll do that when we catch them.

The chief (sarcastically): Of course. Why was I thinking you would just call the police and hand them over without hurting them? Crazy me.

My luvs laughed and returned to the Hotel. When my Ivy finished sharing this story with my Fran and me, we had quick sex in my office and returned to our duties.