”He leaned forward and kissed her gently. “Did I tell you, I am very sorry for accusing you of trying to force me to marry you?”She shook her he...d and couldn’t stop the tears from coursing down her face. Vincent lay back beside her and gathered her in his arms where she belonged. He laid soft kisses over her face as he hugged her.“We have made a hash of things up to now, my love. I’ll try to do better. You affect me as no other woman ever has Ulani. Gods, woman, just having you in my arms makes. ’ ‘No, we wouldn’t, would we?’ Cliff said. ‘And I’m sorry. We have a gift, I forgot to bring it tonight. Tomorrow, for sure.’ ‘A gift?’ his dad said. There was a long pause, and then, with great effort, Cliff’s dad spoke again. ‘You know what would be the best gift, Cliff?’ ‘No, Dad, what would be the best gift?’ ‘I think most of all . . . I would like to see your mother again and visit with her. I look forward to that.’ Then Cliff knew his dad truly was ready. Cliff’s mother had passed on. It was rumored amongst the local villagers that Frenchie's mother had been imprisoned by the Central Government because of her close personal association with a Communist General. The truth mattered very little and rumors were accepted as fact by ignorant ears.The bottom line on Frenchie's future was the bleak options of a lifetime of unrewarded drudgery or the mental and physical exploitation of joy-girl slavery.Only her face and figure would determine her fate.She knew it.Everyone knew it.Her. ” She threw that long blonde hair back and laughed. “Who knows? You may even see Chrissie tied to the pole like me in no time at all.” “Yes, we watched you earlier on; do you do that every week”? “It depends,” she laughed. “On what?” I asked curiously. “Whether I want a good fucking or not, and whether I see a guy or lady I want to have fun with. It’s just one of those things. I can go two weeks and not join in, but in the right situation with the right people I can play most of the night..