“Over to the bar. Nice and slow.”“Come here, Alexa. I’ll only bite gently,” I teased as I took my shirt off, revealing my own fighter...17;s physique.“You’re Clive, Becky’s bodyguard,” Alexa told me, trying not to trip on her tongue. “You’re not going to hurt me, are you? I watched you and Becky fight those five guys,” the poor young thing stammered.“No, he won’t hurt you,” Becky purred into the frightened girl’s ear, reaching around her and slipping her. As her cousin's husband had passed away recently. An elderly Muslim woman at the woman looked at her up and down with such disdain that Fahima thought she would melt under the woman's gaze."Besharam orat! (shameful woman)" She heard the woman mutter. Thankfully the bus arrived and allowed Fahima to escape the woman's disapproving gaze. Fahima made her way to the end of the bus which was virtually empty. After a few stops the bus began to fill up. Fahima noticed a group of black men get on the. Our driver (Tim) walked over to the desks and gave our documents to the man sitting at the desk and said that Marty would be calling later. I hear a commotion for a moment between the man and the woman sitting at the desk next to him, and suddenly she picked up her purse and walked away and through a door marked private. (I found out later that David had just fired his last female employee.)Our driver, in the mean time, had disappeared. Leaving us in another buiding where I did not know what. Her waist was again that school-girl waist she was so proud of in high school. I felt dowdy in this stupid sarong and wanted desperately to strip it off. ‘Nice that you could make it, Chloe. Derrick didn’t tell me he’d invited you,’ she smirked, obviously impressed with the way she looked. ‘I think he actually invited Joey,’ I smiled. ‘He wants to discuss a job with him. I just sort of tagged along. Hope you don’t mind,’ I added somewhat aggressively. ‘Oh, not all, Chloe,’ she smirked again,.