" A little. I'm chewing on my bark." How's your leg looking." The same. I checked." I hadn't. I didn't want to look at the inflamed wound and the whit... pus that filled it. I just to keep walking and hope I healed.Everyone asked me the same questions except Sister Stella. Her gray eyes gave me a considering look as I limped about the camp as we readied to set out. We loaded up Alison the pack mule with our belongings. I didn't have to carry my backpack. That was the one nice thing about being. Grey, staring hungrily at Daniel's package. "I, uh, have to, uh, feed the dog," spluttered Daniel, hastily backing out the door.Daniel ambled along the side of the house, pondering the events of the last few moments. "I don't understand any of this," he thought. "A few paragraphs ago, Mrs. Grey was dead, and now I'm performing a booty call on her every Thursday; Mr. Grey is a raging homosexual plantation owner; and Amber, well, Amber's one lusty little trollop. The entire family wants to use me. And he drank my coffee. And he listened. And he ate my cooking. And he listened. And he played with my dog. And he listened. And he stood to leave and reminded me, as he always did, that if I ever needed to talk he was there for me. But this time he touched my hand as he said it. He touched my hand…little more than a handshake, but…it was more than a handshake. It left me weak in the knees — and wet in the crotch. And the next time we met — the next time he came over, it was all very different.. ”“What happened to those girls, did they leave Cochin on the Omani dhow?”“Gopal, my brother-in-law, was on the dhow just before it sailed. He saw no females; both holds were full of rice and copra with the crew sleeping on deck as there was no space below. Gopal did hear the shrieking of a female coming from the captain’s cabin, but he could not tell whether the shriek was in pain, pleasure, fear or ecstasy.”“Could he tell if the female was European, Arab, Indian, or African?”“I doubt even a.