”“Which one?“Anyone will do.”“Okay, I will take you to the closest one.”When Millie and Kabir got there, Millie said.” You know what, I ...hanged my mind.”“Huh?”After a pause, she said, “Maybe you can help me. I need a place to stay and I need a job.”This was a significant moment he would always remember. Kabir was an angry man from Russia, who had been a psychiatrist. Now, he was a cab driver, because he was in a country where they disregard doctor degrees earned in Communist nations. But, Kabir. "Right sort of chest too." He patted her breasts. "Quite small is best for pulling work. No good if you've got big breasts swinging around. "Good mane, too." He took a curry comb from the shelf on the side of the stall and pulled it through her long loose hair. "Needs a bit of attention after the flight but it'll soon come up nice and glossy. Still we'll let her rest for now and give her a session on the lunge rein later. That will start getting her used to walking and trotting on her new. "Wow, I bet they were," I laughed, "And know exactly what they were taking pictures of." Shortly after, a cute girl which looked to be Priscilla Bunda's hair stylist appeared from the opening elevator doors. We traded smiles as she must of known who I was. "Aaron?" she asked. "Yeah, that's me." "Wow you're so handsome. They said you were cute, but not this cute!" she said with a light laugh. I laughed it off feeling kind of shy, but hey she was right. "My name is Monique. I'm Priscilla's hair. She looked familiar and I was trying to figure out if I knew her from somewhere or if she just looked like someone I knew. I went to the check in counter and asked if they had a restaurant open or if there was somewhere I could get something to eat in the hotel. I was told all the hotel restaurants were closed the only places open were a mile or two up the road. It was late and I was tired and did not feel like getting in my rental car and driving anywhere, so I decided to just go to my room go.