“Just HOW grateful might you be?” I asked, now directly in front of him. I have to tilt my head back to look up into his eyes, a striking grayish-...lue. He shrugged off his backpack and reached to stroke my face, then brushed my air over my shoulder with his long, thick fingers, lightly caressing my shoulder. He pulled me to him, pressing his mouth to mine and forced his tongue between my lips, engaging my tongue in a seductive dance. I responded by grinding my body up against him, my hands on. It was obvious Barclay needed to take the proverbial bull by the horns if they were to get anywhere. He grabbed her chin firmly, and turned her face toward his. "We need to talk, Allison," he demanded, his voice firm and commanding."I don't feel like it," she pouted."Too bad, we're going to do it anyway!" The gruffness of his voice startled her, but his concern warmed her heart. "Listen to me, you had nothing to do with Salinger's suspension."Ally laughed bitterly. "Obviously you've forgotten. Other times one might find a burly farmer unable to pay his taxes although these were usually shipped inland for hard labor. Just as often it might be younger children sold by their families for the extra cash or the chance to reduce the number of mouths to feed. Most of these found positions of servitude in one of the richer houses of the local merchants or those in imperial service. Less often there would be women or older girls, but these normally went as private sales to the whorehouses or. And sure enough, there was Samantha!Change of plans.I stopped in the doorway and watched as Samantha bought some sexy stuff. Then, as she headed for the exit, I made sure she knew I had been looking.She blushed crimson at the thought that I had been eavesdropping, but I wouldn't let her say anything. I came right out and told her, "You didn't need to go this far for me. Just come to my room is all you need to do."That said, I gently put my arm around her as we walked. Amazingly, Samantha.