How was Germany, Dad? Did you get to see the sights, and go to Oktoberfest? I bet you have hundreds of war stories for us, like how you got that scar....I flinched a little at Brandi's last comment, but managed to cover it over quickly by stepping back from her and motioning toward the attractive woman standing near by and who had just been witness to my reunion with my daughter."Brandi, this is Marge Becker. Unless there is some serious objection, she'll be my guest at your wedding," I told. Now, sex shops were in high streets and shopping malls, their high-class wares on display openly. We entered into a quiet, well appointed shop floor, with cabinets and display cases around the walls, clothing hung on racks. The woman who greeted Ali like an old friend was tall and slim, rich, dark skin with gorgeous jet-black hair reaching down her back, dressed in a dark blue jacket and skirt, with semi-transparent pale-blue blouse showing her obvious charms to wonderful effect."Marie," Ali. . but..." Stacey likes to find people who either want or need my help, butwould never think of coming here on their own. She's better for mybusiness than any advertisement I could ever hope to imagine. I'm sureyou'd agree that there is absolutely nothing better for a businessthan getting referrals from satisfied customers." You mean Stacey..." Please, don't ask, Hank." interrupted the old man. "I can't revealany details - those fall directly under 'customer privilege' - but Ican tell you. Other than traders, we try to discourage visitors.”“I guess it worked out despite that. Her Royal Bitchiness seems excited, at least.”It had been a week since the revelation that Ellerie was the daughter of the queen of Terevas, and of everyone in the group, Katrin had had the hardest time adjusting to the news.Sarette didn’t know either of the women well enough to speak up about it, so she changed the subject. “How did you and Corec meet?”Katrin frowned. “Do you really want to know?” Then she.