I shake as I answer it, and Ben simply announces, “Stacy, there’s no sense in coming - it’s all over.”I stutter, “But ... but ... but, I tho...ght you needed a team?”Ben laughs and my heart flutters, then he says, “Well, we ended up with a rag-tag team of sorts. There’s nothing left here except for cleaning up the mess.”I request, “Ben give me a minute.”I mute the phone, look at Bill and give him the news, “Bill, Ben says they took care of the sex traffickers and all that’s left is cleaning up.. YOU! she repeated, Will worship my ASS! Again he struggled and shook his head. The dancer with the Persian eyes softened her voice, Do you want to smell my ass ever again? Of course you do. You must have it. You cannot live now without it. You will beg and I will say no, unless you worship my ass! Wh . . . Shadi stammered. Wh . . .. Amara leaned in close to him once again. She means, worship her ass. Do you know what that means? He shook his head slowly. Amara continued, It means . . . (she. Do you?"I figured retreat was the safest option. My jeans were not frozen to me but my hips had already started to bruise. I was going to be sore and grouchy in the morning. I even had the start of a bruise on my elbow.Kasey was busy on her cell phone when I hobbled down the hallway."Poor baby," Carrie said. "Does it hurt much?" Only when I laugh," I answered. "Kelly?"Carrie nodded."I can come home tonight if you want," Kasey said and I swear she was growing devil horns. "I'm sure Dad and. The others around the table began to laugh as Joan made funny faces while he danced by himself with her in his arms. Then he let her down and held her normally.Before he could resume dancing, though, she pulled his head down and utterly melted him with a kiss. Then she whispered, "What a stinking shame! Mike, I'm just too short. I can't even give Judy a decent fight." In spite of the one-foot difference in their heights Joan still moved in his arms like a dream.When they returned to the table,.