"How would you like to be my special Barbie?" "Okay, Uncle Dan." I smiled and nuzzled my cheek into his hand. He shifted on the bed beside me and r...bbed the blanket over me tucking it down my sides. "Do you know what a special Barbie does, Sarah?" He asked me in a quiet voice. "No, Uncle Dan, but I can do it, I promise." I was a little frightened, if they didn't keep me, I had to go to the foster homes. "It means that you have to do everything I want you to, you have to show me how much. Maybe the kisses and the experiences in church were. Anyway, it was the best meal she had had in the past six weeks.“Y’know, what about my picking you up earlier tomorrow? Maybe 6:00?” Okay, Eric was an older man; he was very kind; he knew all about lots of stuff. He was still a guy, with a guy’s sense of deviousness. He wanted more time to kiss -- maybe another place and maybe more than kisses. Well, he would stop; she’d tested that he would stop. She wanted to go a little further. How, aside. What is this called?" I asked."It is called baaknor. It is made from local berries that are grown on the other side of Mount Kupai. The temple attendants harvest the berries and make the drink here, then take it to the village to sell for the food and things they need," she explained."Well we will have to keep a good supply of this baaknor at home then," I said."As you wish, my king," she said, "but be careful, you aren't used to it and I'm not sure how it will affect you!"I took her words to. True to her word, Mist and Dawn started teaching the men how to shoot the next day. At first, the women were amused at the lack of skill Steve and Mark displayed when aiming and shooting the pistols, but as the day went on the men learned rapidly.As they walked along the stream, Steve stole glances at Mist and Dawn secretly, watching the smooth grace of their walk, watching their muscles ripple gracefully with each stride. He admired their beauty and the contrast of white hair with blue body as.