Master Fritz smiled and nodded, a thick wet tongue licking out, slug like, to moisten blubbery lips.  His gaze raked over his new young wife, so pretty and sexy, and it seemed as if she was just as eager to engage in what he considered her carnal marital duties.  Now, if only she could bear him an heir, and preferably a son, then she would be worth ten times the trade to her family.<br/><br/>Sliding the scroll case into his pocket he gestured to the door, "Then by all means Arisa, let us retire to the master bedroom.  I shall enjoy making you my wife physically as well as legally."  He chuckled a low wet laugh and grabbed her ass, squeezing it through the dress.  Then pushed her in the direction of the door.  "Follow me, I shall lead the way since you do not know the manse yet."<br/><br/>With that he moved to leave, totally unaware of the fact that Arisa did know where the master bedroom was.  Wait, no, she couldn't could she?  She'd just come to the house.  No, she was a paladin and had been exploring it.  Again that confusion, the duality of her memories.  At least the memories of that other woman were fading away.  Tammy?  Tamina?  No, Tamilla, that was that other woman's name.  Who was that again?