I seeded her three times before I got tired. Three times seemed to be my limit for any one night.“Ah loves you, Bill,” whispered Faith after we f...nished fuckin’ for the night. “Ah wish ah could be yo wife.” I wouldn't a minded except there seemed to be some people in Texas that said white people an' colored people shouldn’t wed each other. I didn’t know their reasonin’ but the people who knowed better than me seemed to think it wuz a good thing.“I’ll always think of you as my wife, Faith.” . I had no clothes on and Miranda was examining my body. I was still a little sleepy, so I just let her conduct her examination while I drifted in and out of my conscious mind. Mirrors are a funny thing. In Miranda’s little home, she had a tiny mirror that Jason used for shaving. Other than the times we looked at our reflection in the window of the train and the brief time I saw her through Wolf’s eyes, I’d never really had the chance to look at her like she was looking at me now. I regretted. I walked slowly to the bed and got a great look at her big mature labia. I just held myself from jumping on and taking them in my mouth. That was it. I had to release but I didn’t want to leave the room.That’s when my mind started working. I walked silently to my father’s office and brought back his digital camera. I was hoping that she was still in the same position. For my luck she was. I took a few shots and plenty close-ups. I left back to my father’s office and loaded the photos on a CD-r. My sister cannot too. She die.”“I am sorry.”“Long time ago. I run things. Girls.” She gestured towards the doors.Having seen she was tough, tougher than she appeared to be at the moment, I asked instead “Russian mob?”“Yes.”“Cocaine?”“Other things too. Legit. Real estate. Travel. Special ... uhm...”“Excursions.”“Yes.”“The girls?”“They do trade too. Keep them busy. Out of trouble.”“Do you know Dulcinea?”“Bitch.”“But Joy...”“Rodrigo wanted her. To recruit her. She say no. But he still like.