My mother lived here, my grandmother lived here, even my great grandmother lived here. I have no need for the hills. I belong here with my people. You...know the difference between the hills and the slums. I don’t. I’ve been living here all my life. I know my way around. I know my neighbors, I have tea and rice...”“But you lost a son to these damned slums, and Akbir’s men have grown strong.”“Whatever happened and whatever is happening now is in the hands of Allah.”“It’s not rational. You know how. "The front door opened, and a tall man in his sixties came out. "I thought I heard the Packard. Welcome, Miss Alyssia, and welcome, Mr. Alexander."As soon as Benton had taken their coats, he opened the doors to the central hall of the house. A truly breathtaking room. Huge winding stairs running up the walls, an elaborate lift made of glass and cast iron, and an enormous bay window with double doors, leading to a beautiful, secluded garden, running all the way down to the brink of Hudson. ”Puzzled, I said:“Really, you and I?”“Yes, I am so wet.”So, I went all the way into my room, sat on the bed next to her, took her hand and put her wet finger in my mouth and sucked on it, when I pulled it out of my mouth, I said:“Mmm, you taste good.”“How good do I taste?”“So good, that I want more.”Then, she gave me a doe-eyed stare and asked:“Better than Kyra?”Apprehensive, I asked:“Well, why don’t I find out.”With that, she took off her nightgown and wound up with her legs spread on the bed,. I hadn’t seen the others but knew they were close by somewhere.He said, “I have to get you warmed up and make sure you are OK. Then we will start again. We are not going to let up on you Holly. So get used to it. Once I have you warm, you will need a shower and will clean out your cunt. Mr. Jones wants to fuck you before he goes home to his wife. So, just eat the soup and drink the bourbon. I will get you another one in a moment.”I ate the warm soup, and swallowed the whole shot of bourbon. I.