”“Okay,” my sister said, her shoulders sagging. She yawned.Nathalie and Zanyia joined her.“Perhaps we should set up camp,” Ealaín said. “... think we could all use a rest. I did not realize trudging through a forest could be so wearying.”I didn’t either. I didn’t feel exhaustion this badly before we went to Faerie. But fatigue could build and build in a person. I shook it off and galloped my horse to the rise. He, at least, seemed in good spirits. Probably glad to stretch his legs and really move. I’m sick of hearing that word. You leave everything up to Allah, and then you’re stuck here. I can’t understand that kind of thinking. I may be young, but anyone with a dose of smarts knows that Allah may control all things and all people and all that you dream of becoming, but you have the freedom to determine your own outcome, even when Allah is a cruel heart himself. You can’t rely on Allah. Don’t you think he has better things to do? Allah, fine, once in a while when we have no where to. Bythe way, where are you right now?" Well, I'm in my bedroom. I got your cordless phone and I'm here sittingon my bed." There was a pause while Bobby propped the picture up againstthe base of the nightstand lamp. Then he said, "Gosh, that sure is agreat picture." I thought you'd like it, Bobby. But you never did answer my question:are you hard yet?"Somewhat embarrassed, Bobby started to answer, "Uh . . ." What I mean, is, do you have an erection right now, dear? Do you have ahard-on from. Biddle, and gave her my best smile while saying, “And you must be Mrs. Biddle!”“Yes, I am, and you are early. I like that! Why don’t you come into the office and we can get started on the interview?”She escorted me into a very chic office with Danish styled furniture and indicated a bright yellow that I was to sit in while she sat down behind a highly polished desk with just a small laptop on it. Before she uttered another word, Mrs. Biddle removed a cell phone from her purse, dialed a number.