A girl was speaking into the microphone announcing dates for other Latin events in the area. She grew quiet when she felt my approach. Her head turned...so she could stare at me. It had to have been in my eyes because she backed away slowly. I grabbed the stool the poet had pushed aside and placed it in front of the mike. I drew my father's guitar and sat down. The microphone was too high; I looked around the room as I adjusted it. The conversations stopped as people turned to watch. They could. Bhahar aa kar Babuji ne apni beti ki chuchi ko ek bar chuma liya aur nipple ko chus liya. Maine ja kar halka sa thapad babuji ke chehre par mar kar shararat se kaha,’ sale betichod, ab kuchh aram bhi kar le, saale jab se apni beti par chadha hai uski choot se hi chipka pada hai, ab teri bahu ko koi bahar se aa kar chode ga matherchod Ramnarain, agar meri ijjazat ke bina meri nanad ko chhuya bhi to tere lund par itne thapad marungi ki yaad rakho ge aur fir sirf apni budhiya patni ke saath hi. " Ah, yes, the call of nature, eh? Begone woman, do as you must. Tempt me not. I'm wore out anyroad, going to take a little nap." He turned to his side and pulled up his knees and made snoring sounds.She poked him in the ribs, hard, rolled off the narrow bed they had shared, picked up her nightgown and fled down the hall, a sight he would long remember. At breakfast they found it hard to even look at each other without grinning, and the two slave girls spent most of the day whispering about. ’ Hansen smiled. ‘I know.’ ‘I better get these to her,’ said Victor, ‘or she will feel bad at not getting lunch ready.’ Behind Victor was Carl. The big man nodded at Hansen and walked down into the room silently, followed by Jimmy, Paul and Finley. Waiting behind them, but not entering immediately was Laura Black. She looked stunning, her short blonde hair perfectly made up and her clothes only enhancing her style. She walked slowly up to him, her blue eyes looking directly into his. ‘Hey,’ she.