" My little girl's been fucked by other men?" Peter said. "Not just boys? And not even just girls? You're a little slut, aren't you?" He gave the same...wickedly pleasure-filled grin Amber had just flashed, but his was directed at me."Yes, Daddy," Amber replied. "I'm a little slut. I'm a little whore, Daddy!" Her energy increased. "And now I'm your little whore. I'm Daddy's little whore, right Daddy?" That's right, Amber Sweetie," Peter said, moving more quickly again. "You're Daddy's sweet,. No, wait, it is Emily... Ithink."The old woman nodded. "I want you to wait right here, dear," she said."I'll be back in just a moment."The old woman found Anya waiting outside the infirmary. "How did yourscan of the woman, Rose Emerson, go?" Just fine, Grandmother," Anya said. "She seems to have adapted to hernew identity rather nicely." Did you detect any memories of her fathering and raising thosechildren?" Well, no, Grandmother, but I didn't do a very deep scan. I wanted toget back here in. The seats were still pushed up and he had to close the windows.Another shameful reminder of what had happened here just a few hours earlier. Tom drove to work, parked his car, and went into his office at Venture Publications. He saw Carol and Marie sitting at their desks, beautiful as always. They smiled at him and for some reason he blushed deeply. Marie winked slyly at Carol. The two women knew that he was stealing peeks at them and they delighted in teasing him along. They purposefully wore. We had a very long talk about the influence of the President on foreign policy and Congress on foreign policy. Then we discussed the difficulties of making the differences work.The conversation circled around Nigeria, its problems and its wealth. Wealth was one thing Boko-Haram wanted. Nigeria was loaded with wealth of many kinds, oil was one of them and the easiest to turn into quick money.The other was precious metals; Nigeria had plenty of them. The world wanted them any way they could get.