The two blondes were still standing there, balancing their bikes and watching me.Blonde 2 said, “Your English is very good.”Blonde 1 nodded in agr...ement with her friend.“As is yours,” I replied.“You’re American, aren’t you?” Blonde 1 asked.“As are you,” I said with a smile. “I detect a hint of New Jersey in your voice.”Blonde 1 smiled and said, “Very good. My name is Ali, and I am originally from Cherry Hill, New Jersey.”“Ali, huh? You don’t inspire visions of a dark, dank, brick wall lined. Sumonar barite giye je tar bor sei din office jaye nee aar ghore shoeye ache. Ami jakhon Sumona ke jigesh korlam, “ki holo aaj tor bor office jaye nee?” Takhon Sumona amake bollo, “ki korbo bol, Babu bolche je se aaj amar pond na mere office jabe na.” Takhon ami bollam, “eta emon ki boro katha? Ja giye borer laura ta ponde niye ne aar pond ta mariye ne?” Sumona amake bollo, “tui na kichu bujhis na. Janish pond marate gele koto lage? Mone hoye je pond ta chire jabe.” Ami bollam, “tui emon kore. This caused her a particular feeling of horror. She was not afraid of death - death was an ever-present companion on the hunt. But she had always imagined that if it happened, her death would be in a whirlwind tangle of claws and teeth and a****l rage, not passive like this, in front of people she knew. She felt weak at the knees, and fought for some measure of control.The feathered-one spoke out in a clear voice. Of course Ankneela understood none of her words, but she knew that the answering. ..”“Yes, Mistress.”Abby smelled Donna’s desire as well. She didn’t think Jason’s wife was happy about this visit, and had come to know Donna well enough to be worried about Milady’s eventual response.She positioned herself at the head of the bed to wait.Abby felt Twilla kneel beside her, and her old barn-mate’s hand touched Abby’s side, spelling out words in the old code Bella Notte’s slaves used.“Mistress does not listen”Abby put her hand on Twilla’s breast, and signed back.“Young.