...I come to your door as arranged. I walk in to find you sitting on your couch blindfolded. I come over and introduce myself and sit down next to you...You have my red wine ready like I had told you to do and I take a sip. We greet each other and start to chat. About anything and everything. Just the unknown and not being able to see me is turning you on. I notice the slight stirring in your pants and watch. We continue talking. But soon I can see you are getting uncomfortable. Your cock doesn't. ” “I’ll leave that up to you guys, Pappa, you all know better than me how things should be run. I don’t have any objections. Pappa, I know you’ve heard of “beefalo,” can you tell me more about them?” “Those are a beef and buffalo crossbreed. It’s done mainly with artificial insemination with a female buff and male beef. The meat from them is much healthier than beef but not as much as buffalo. It’s a good marketing product, you thinking about that?” “I’ve heard about them and want to look into. Salim was the third generation of his family to born in East Africa after his great-grandfather arrived in 1898 from Gujarat as a merchant. His grandfather built a grain processing business which was stripped from Salim’s father by Idi Amin’s regime in the Seventies. They’d fled to London, but Salim yearned for home and returned almost 16 years later. He reclaimed what his family owned and made it bigger.Salim was used to getting what he wanted and he wanted Roohi to be his. He began taking. “I just wish…” she began. Fresh tears coursed down her face as the memory of her baby laughed and giggled in her mind. “If only I knew what happened to him. I could have closure.” “We can try to find out when we go to the Edenian solar system,” Devon murmured behind her. Anniel’s eyes widened. “Aren’t we like not supposed to go there?” She turned her head to try to see Devon’s face but all she could see was Angel’s wide grin. “We are forbidden from ever going near the Edenian solar system,.