"I want you to make love to me," said Millie."I don't understand," moaned Bob. "Where's Boots?" She's in my room at the hotel," said Millie. "I couldn...t very well leave as myself. People would have noticed. But nobody would think a thing about Boots leaving. So she loaned me her clothes." But Dutch," said Bob, helplessly."What about him?" asked Millie. Her left hand strayed across her abdomen. Her fingers ruffled her pubic curls. One finger slipped lower, to casually stroke her clitoral. On the ... river ... drive" On the River Drive?"She nodded."Banana River Drive?"She was headed for the record books. Her head lolled back and to the right with her chin jutting upward. She stared at me with both lazy eyes and gave a nod."Cross," she slurred.The way she said that, it reminded me of this guy I saw on a "Faces Of Death" tape when he got his head cracked open by a horse. It sounded like her last breath. A wave of shivers rode the ocean of my body."Right, Cross Road and Banana River. Catching her breath, she rises back up, feels her salvia drooling, still dripping between her aching breasts. ?Swish?. Smack!?.Swish? Smack!? Backhanded, forehanded, he expertly flips the crop back and forth, just below the bottom of the bondage sleeve, across the lower cheeks of her buttocks. ?Agghhhh!? Agghhhh!? More squeals as she lifts up, even in her stilettos. Instantaneously, red welts trace across her tanned flesh. Again he carefully inspects his handiwork,. " She paused again; still no response."Very well. First, I tell you this: no matter what happens, your mothers are safe. We will not kill them." She looked at Igwanda. "Tell them." We will not hurt your mothers, or you," he reiterated."Why you say?" said Akakha directly to him."If I had not said that yesterday, would Amanda and I still be alive?" he challenged."Not... ," began Akakha, and then trailed off."Would we? Say true," the colonel persisted."Guard things you wear then," the native.