"Sure, Two Fifty and homos three hundred." Mom said, Mom never liked homos."Look, can we do a deal?" she asked, "Cos I don't like men but I need a coc... real bad." What you say Harriet," Mom said, I looked all around for Harriet and then I figured she meant me."Sure," I said, "Fifty Dollars," Fifty Dollars!" Mom exclaimed, "Why?" It's all I can afford Mom!" I told her."Hell she's paying you!" Mom said."Ten Dollars then?" I tried."How about one hundred and ten to include taxes?" Mom. You know that's what you're doing,but you can't help it. You make lists in your head of how smart, andfunny and sexy she is; how much you like her lips her eyes hertoenails. And all the while you are so nervous around her you quiver ather every touch. You've never felt this self-conscious. You spentforty-five minutes in the bathroom trying to get your hair just right.You wonder if she thinks you're a good kisser; if she thinks you'resmart; if she likes your hair; if she thinks your glasses make. " Fate has been good to us, Vishi, but back to you. You said the Czar's son wishes to purchase you." His wife is barren. He wishes me to have his child, then remain as Faunwa." And how do you feel about this?" asked Vatoon."I am torn. It could be a major step in finding common ground between the Grok and the Alliance." Yes, there is that, but I remember the emotion in your voice when you used to tell me about him," said the Princess."I cannot deny that I harbor feelings -- feelings which will. Red embers, like blistering fireflies, burned the back of his eyes. He wanted to snooze for a week. Maybe wake-up a time or two for a tumble with Mona. Fuck. Mona. What the hell had Moe gotten her in involved in? He knew better than to get cozy with a dame when he was working, especially a dame like Mona. It never worked out. Dames got in the way, screwed up your thinking, reminded a man he’s a man and has a role to protect the weaker sex. But as a protector, Moe had come up short. The sight.