Please welcome the greatest woman in the world, Marilyn Buckman!”I turned and motioned her to come out as the audience went nuts. She gave me a look...of terror, but then put a smile on her face and marched out. She kept her eyes on me, and moved a little too fast, but nobody else seemed to care. She waved at everybody as well, and then after a moment, I spoke up again. “I have to confess something here. I saw that video just a few days ago myself, and the first thing that I could think of to say. She's having an affair. No wonder we don't seem to be getting along, she's having a damn affair and I'm about to catch them; so much for feeling any guilt."Oh thank God, there you are. When I called you at work, they didn't know where you were and why you hadn't come in. I can't tell you all the horrible things I imagined had happened to you."She is accompanied by Ed Wilson. He lives three doors down. If she was so worried, why didn't she send him? Maybe because he doesn't have a key. "Well. Fatima would point to her rice and twist the children from her back.Bringing hard currency into the slums was dangerous. Even rice was not safe. Fatima kept the bags of rice by her head. The slums never emptied out. Fatima was an exception. Five miles of land were packed into a chain of ashen cardboard. The naked children cruised the outskirts as well, prancing about and laughing until sucked in by its magnetism. The children born within the slums would die within the slums. The shantytown. He glistened with sweat, beneath her, tense and watchful. As though she pleasured him almost to the point of cumming, as he made a commendable attempt to prolong these precious moments.She felt her own release mounting. To save them both she rode up and gloriously down only once more before she stilled. In the pause she bent her head to kiss him, savouring the fullness of his lips and the heat of his mouth. The exchange made her weak with desire, doing nothing to cool the fires that raged.