"As well as can be expected." Good, good. Now, obviously, the question is ... why are you here?" He put his elbows on the table, fingers interlocked b...fore him. "As I said, this is the doorway. The question will be whether we let you in." We have to enter," she said, voice sad, bitter."Why?"Another sigh. If she thought it was having some effect on him, it wasn't. He kept his gaze unchanged until she spoke."It's ... my sister. Jaka. She is sick. I must bring her into your Kingdom, so I can. Along with the advent of television came the white man with his diseases and lack of morals. The forest tribes had little immunity to the common cold or measles and other afflictions that plagued the camera crews. The effect was devastating which meant modern medicine was needed. This brought more white men and no fewer problems to a people who had lived isolated and successfully for millennia without intervention from the outside world.Along with disease, television and medicine came. She latched onto his waist and drew him closer.He stared at her face and was amused to see her pouty frown turn to a contented smile as she cuddled up to him.He brushed some bangs of hair that fell over her shut eyes and whispered to himself, "Amy, sweet Amy, what would I ever do without you? You keep me sane." I do?" She opened her eyes."When did you wake up?" he asked, surprised.Her smile doubled in size as she saw his face so close that their noses were nearly touching. "Just now, when you. My own hands were still pressed protectively against my belly as if defending my growing baby from his touch.“So why shouldn’t we enjoy each other for a while?” he continued, his low voice almost hypnotic.I stared helplessly into his sparking reflected eyes as his hands rose up my sides and forward to my boobs where they began to knead my tiny globes more firmly. Maybe if I let him get a little way; maybe if I let him think he would succeed in the end I could put him off tonight; long enough to.