"Tea, or me," she purred."Both," he returned in a broken voice. Still somewhat overwhelmed by the events that brought him to this small one room dwell...ng, he surveyed its well-worn and meager contents. The bed, next to a semi-obscure widow that was opened into the drafty alleyway, had seen much better days with the thick moth-eaten comforter barely masking the telltale slump in the middle of the mattress. The bathroom next to the bed reeked of stagnant water, and bore a small cracked mirror. Grinning to herself, she went off to check on her baby Kate's well-being, and then went to snatch another couple of hours' sleep in one of the other four bedrooms in the suite.It was Thomas who woke her a little later, with a volley of questions about the Emir. These concerned mainly the Emir's state of mind and whether he had expressed satisfaction with Emma's performance. From that he went on to ask her in detail what she had done with and for the Emir. It was part way through this. "We went to the party, right?" shenodded."Emily and Ethan, the meanies that they are, made me sing!" I looked atthem smartly, but I couldn't really be mad at them after the results ithad produced."Go on," my mom said. Her excitement level had also risen a bit."Johnny's dad wants me to make a demo CD tomorrow!" I practically yelledthe news."Oh honey," she said while stepping forward and wrapping me in a hug."That's great news! I always told you that you had a nice voice."She had said that, like. It was a shame because she was prime fuck material and it bothered him to think about her going to bed alone at night with only a battery-operated device for company.The six alternates looked just like the other jurors but he sensed they were the “second team” in the eyes of the clerks of court and they were treated like second-class citizens just like the Mexicans wandering up from the south to work the fields at a time when blacks were figuring out how to get all the government handouts that.