“Venezia maintains trade links with the Turks, but of course Austria does not. However, Austrians crave many of the commodities which come from the ...ttoman Empire. A compromise was reached between Venezia and Austria, where any merchandise brought from Turks is shipped into Venezia by our vessels, and then off loaded onto Austrian vessels bound for Trieste.”She gazed back down at the floor and spoke quietly, as if to herself.“I had never seen the need to oversee the transhipment of goods from. You've got a lot of work to do."With that Vicky left him lying there, dressed, and went and saddled one of the horses. For the rest of the day Vicky gave the horse a thorough workout, racing him around the track. By early evening both horse and rider were exhausted.Vicky took another shower that evening and at nine o'clock she met Tom just like she had said she would. Tom's huge frame was leaning against a tree, a cigarette dangling out of his mouth. He looked like a cowboy in a movie or on a. Once back inside, I sat down on the bed and stood her in front of me so that I could strip her slowly. She had no idea this was coming, and I was making it up as I went along, but I had her kick off her shoes first, and then I lifted her shirt out of her jeans, and kissed the soft flesh of her belly, and ran my tongue around her belly button. This made her dance in front of me, and she tried to continue raising her shirt, but I had to hold her still, by holding her arms behind her, and I. Faint crow’s feet were already scratching at the corners of her eyes. She sat heavily on my other kitchen chair and looked down at her hands. ‘Do you know what a mule is?’ she asked without looking up. ‘The a****l?’ I ventured. ‘No – in the d**g trade, a mule is someone who carries the d**gs past the authorities. Usually it’s these poor girls from South America, with stomachs full of d**gs wrapped in condoms.’ Now she looked up. ‘So you’re a mule?’ ‘Yes, but not like them. Rickie Zantone, the.