"What?" Diana sprang up from her chair. "You didn't tell me!" Huh?" I said with a shrug; Diana angry made me hornier."You didn't really think they wou...dn't try something," Elis asked her. "Did you?"Diana sat down and gave him an exasperated look. She might have expected the government to play nice."Don't worry," Elis said. "He didn't notice and they were careful enough to make sure no one else could get hurt." I bet Tavi not noticing pissed someone off," Morgan laughed."More likely scared. He was also the stereotypical Italian macho shithead! His mother was a saint and every other woman a slut! And of course since every other woman was a slut it didn’t particularly matter to him with which slut he satisfied his urges. There was nothing for Ricky in the newspaper except the comics and the sports section, and the highest level to which Ricky ever bothered to compute was 9 (innings) + 24 (cans of beer in a case). But it had been their wedding night that had irrevocably turned. Rania shrugged. "It is not for me to say. I don't know the circumstances but a dancer needs positive motivation. I will discuss privileges for progress with Marilyn and the loss of them if you don't try very hard. Do you understand me, Zonia?"Maria dropped to her knees, placed her head on Rania's toes. "Yes, Mistress. Thank you, Mistress."Rania lifted Maria's head by her chin. "Work hard. Earn pride. Perhaps, just perhaps, you can learn the basics before we are through."With that Mercedes. “What if I did something for you?” I turned around and I saw him with his arms crossed across his black tux, his bowtie matching my dress. His piercing green eyes shook me to my core. I know that look well. The look he gets right before he takes me and throws me onto the bed. But he just stood there, staring at me with that look. “What do you mean?”I whispered. He certainly knew how to get my attention. “Do you remember your last birthday?” He took a few slow, lazy steps in my direction. .