I knew that would never happen. I knew this was something that couldn’t be kissed away. It was the child in me that wanted my mummy and I wasn’t a...child any more.I left the empty glass by the sink and drifted through the house. The door to The Parents’ room was ajar. Silently I slipped inside and stood in the dark near the base of their bed. Mum and Dad were fast asleep, both snoring quietly in unison. They were each sleeping on their own side of the bed with a big gap between them. I’d slept. They'd even gotten an estimate that, of the remaining quarter of the female population, 90 percent would be able to find a 'match' among one of the other males in their 'clan' without bloating his family's size beyond reason.The bad news was that the remaining 2.5 percent of women were 'stuck' without a man. Of the roughly 250 women involved, an undetermined number were no doubt lesbian, but it was unlikely that all of them were, and the statistical claim that only 250 were 'in need' wasn't. . ," I babbled.Before I could finish my thought, she interrupted with, "No matter to me; do what you like."I turned my back to her and started stripping my own shorts and top, feeling very exposed. I got down to my underwear, and turned to face her once again. She was sitting on the blanket with her knees up, very prim-looking, drinking a coke. She smiled as my panties came off, and I saw her eyes linger on the spot between my legs. I gave her a long glance, and confirmed that her breasts were. If killing were intended her body would have been left in the hotel suite, after she had been ravaged and disfigured, naturally, but the body would have been there. Most likely Kâtip al-Baghdadi had had her taken to him to be enjoyed sexually as an act of revenge, or possibly to be trained and used in one of the man's brothels.Finding Kâtip al-Baghdadi was not too difficult when you could call on the intelligence resources of the Sicilian Mafia. Two weeks later Ernesto and several of his.