She felt naked all of a sudden, caught off guard, and turned away underthe pretence of blowing smoke out into the night. "It is a bit of aclich? I sup...ose."He turned, looking ashamed. "Oh god, sorry. I meant manga, noty'know..." It's fine. I'm trans, Steve, I can deal with the odd faux pas."She expected a whole slew of questions to come spilling from his mouththen, but to his credit, he turned away again and continued examiningthe walls."Wow, and who's that?"She didn't even need to turn around. And Slorana is always ready to comply whenever I’m around. The type of girl who knows how to have sexy unassuming fun. My visits don’t come soon enough in Koper, there is a difference in being beautiful and down right sexy ready to fuck. Slorana is the latter. I don’t even know the Freight manager’s name, maybe its because whenever he talks I can see her in the background of the office, purposely dropping stationary and slowly picking them up in her high heels, slightly parted, shorty high. She tried to push him off of her but found her wrists manacled to the bed-frame. She tried to scream but found her throat full of dust. She coughed up mouthfuls of the stuff but there seemed no end. She shook, trying to wake Lexi and Katie but they only turned their backs to her. And then, he was inside of her, tendrils of ice snaking down her legs.She screamed with no sound but as she faced her assaulter, she saw not her father, but Derek instead. “A whore is a whore,” he sneered. His face was. These roses are for you.’ ‘Hello. Thank you. Thank you for everything,’ Ada said. ‘But the roses . . .?’ ‘. . . Are from your good friend, Prince Seni Pramoj, our emissary to the United States.’ ‘I surmised as such,’ Ada answered, remembering the roses that the Thai ambassador had brought to her New York departure six years earlier. ‘And do I have him to thank for all of this . . .?’ ‘Partially, only partially,’ Pridi responded with a smile. ‘But we must not linger here long. We must get you.