Naked before me, her skin a flawless velvety brown from head to foot, she reminded me of erotic drawings in which women's curves are exaggerated beyon... the natural.My fingers gently but firmly rotated her on the spot so I could examine her from every angle. "Please, sir," she begged as the scrutiny continued (I had told her my name but endearingly she continued to address me as if she were still waitressing at the garden party); "I'm so confused but I need you, sir." Soon, little one," I. .. I think. Where are we? And why were we attacked?"The Aussie grinned. "The name's Pete - Pete Grousin. Aussie until me and my family crashed around here. 'Twas a car, though, but they never found us. After all, you are in the middle of a thick jungle." Outside, a lion - A LION!!!??? - roared, as if emphasizing his statement. "To be precise, though, you are with the Lion's Pride." The Lion's Pride?" Yup, mate, that's what we call ourselves. Pardon the unity, but if you spend a couple of weeks. Michael practically fell over himself clamberingout of his car, desperate not to lose his opportunity. She walked quickly,did his prey. The night always made her nervous, especially with so many rowdy,drunken men prowling the street. She knew she was pretty, even in her standarduniform, which consisted of a rather worn black t-shirt emblazoned with theclub's logo and her black work trousers which hugged her tight around the hips. Michael stashed the knife in his overcoat and stalked her through. "Mike, could I have your keys? We'll pick up your car-it's at the marina in Columbia City?-and check it and your house out, thoroughly. With your permission, there's a private security firm I'd like to bring in to wire the place and take care of things until you can go back home. I'm not allowed to recommend people..." He stopped and grinned. "So in this case I'll just tell them what I want done and have them do it. For 'rent-a-cops' they're pretty good. OK?"Sarah's eyes were like saucers. She.