She keeps and staring at me what seemed like it was forever and a day and I looked stupid waiting for her to reply and then she she said "yea, thank y...u" with that I felt myself relax and hand handed my black hoode which looked like a giant blanket when she put it over her self. She after a few minutes she fell asleep. I kept staring at her as she slept she was so gorgeous and I couldn't stop staring. My body felt hot as a million thoughts rushed to my head. And I felt myself hardening through. Artie gritted his teeth, trying to decide what to do. His eyes landed on the medallion, and he wondered if this was what caused this all to happen. Unsure, he touched it to her, while still wearing it. Nothing happened. He concentrated on it, wishing to turn back to normal. Again, nothing. "Shit" he muttered, realizing that it couldn't be the medallion. But he didn't know what else it could be. Artie froze, hearing police sirens just a short ways away, while the cop smiled up at him. He. " He had, in fact, been with his favorite mulatto enjoying several acts usually termed "unnatural." He spoke at some length about married men and women, sir, husbands and wives, their duties and so forth." Anne produced a tiny smile."Really?" responded Vanmeter, producing his ornate snuff box and then thinking better of it and putting it back in his waistcoat pocket. He patted it and pulled the richly brocaded garment back down over his round belly and fingered the dangling skin beneath his. Fogg and his servant went ashore at Aden to have the passport again visaed; Fix, unobserved, followed them. The visa procured, Mr. Fogg returned on board to resume his former habits; while Passepartout, according to custom, sauntered about among the mixed population of Somanlis, Banyans, Parsees, Jews, Arabs, and Europeans who comprise the twenty-five thousand inhabitants of Aden. He gazed with wonder upon the fortifications which make this place the Gibraltar of the Indian Ocean, and the vast.