The Porsche's worn, but solid tires screeched in protest as they were expertly pushed to their limit through the tight curve. The rear end nearly slid...out of control before Liv counteracted the slide, using a skilled combination of braking and counter steering. She didn't dare look at the speedometer. She concentrated on not slamming through the guardrail and into the canyon below. Diverting her attention, even for a moment, would spell certain disaster.The mirror on the driver's side slammed. Her pointed breasts hung high off her ribs. She saw Flavious, raised her javelin above her shoulder and let it fly. Instinctively, he jumped to the side and barely avoided the spear by mere inches. Then the woman was gone.Flavious was sure this was the tribe they were looking for, but instead of conquering them, the Romans were in the midst of defeat. Some caught glimpses of their adversaries as they dodged the rocks above, and they too, were astonished at what they saw. The army was made up. This was so out of the ordinary that I gave her a hug and thanked her. Twenty minutes later, while I was on another delivery, I got a text saying "FYI: you're cute. I'd have tipped you a ten if I'd had more cash." That was all I needed to start a conversation, and we texted for the rest of my shift, until I went over after work and we hung out for the night. That was 7 years ago. She was so cute, and I'd never been with anyone who wasn't white before, let alone from India. Well, Indiana at. Noway would he say yes. He'd as good as proved it wasn't purely bodyimage. Bastard didn't move, just sat there looking. "Look, what do you want? My life story and all the points that got methinking about what is a boy or girl and why am I different to him orher or whoever. Do I pass some test that says I'm more girl than boy anddo I walk and talk right? Do I present well? Do I respond to colour orbody language and do I track the direction of sound accurately? Can Iread a bloody map? Do I know.