" Yeah, yeah, yeah," said Bob, pinching her butt and making her wriggle on him.She reached behind her to bat his hand away and kissed his chest."I'm s... glad you married me," he said. "I don't think I'll ever be able to express how ecstatic I am that you were crying from happiness."She scooted up to kiss him, a short, warm kiss with loose lips, and then lifted her face to let it hover over his. Her eyes, staring into his, were serious."I'm glad you asked me," she said softly."I was worried," he. As befits a lowlyslave, she must kneel at the litter box and clean it out with her mouth. Unlessshe has displeased her Master, she is allowed to spit the cat shit into a plasticgarbage bag. Usually as she does this, the two cats sit nearby looking at herwith what can only be described as expressions of amused superiority. Celeste's Master has videotaped her cleaning out the litter box on an occasionwhen she had displeased him. The tape shows close-up images of her chewingand swallowing cat. And, all I get is this false modesty. I feel your pride in your success, but I'm not hearing it." All right, Terry," Pru admitted, "it's true I haven't been open about the Yemen thing." She looked warmly at him and touched his cheek. "But, about all I will tell you is that a friend of ours was visiting there, in Sana'a, and went missing. We heard about it and found out she'd been kidnapped as a bride by one of the traditionalist Bedouin tribes. They're Wahhabis, you know, like the guys at the. So, I pretended to sip at it, to make the evening last a bit longer and see where my luck lay.The two women began talking and the one next to me said something about how some son of a bastard - her words - fucked her over. She was not pleasant about her mood, I surmised, and I figured I might piss her off worse if I started to converse with them.I decided to finish off my beer and call it a night. As I stood and put my empty can on the bar, the other woman looked at me and smiled. I smiled back.