”She was quiet for a few more beats, before smiling, “My God, John, we’ll make a politician of you yet.”“Like hell,” he said, smiling back...“I can’t make any promises.”“I’m not asking for any. If you can’t get me in, I’ll find him on my own. It won’t be the first time I’ve had to do it. All I’m asking is for you to try.”“Ok. I’ll see what I can do,” she said, standing up. “Now, before you go, Mary Jane would throw a fit if I didn’t make sure you stopped and said hi to her before you. We will see each other again, you have my word.” He picked up his walking cane and headed towards the door.Genevieve called out to him, “You forgot to take your book.”He turned to face her and smiled, “The book is for you, Lady Genevieve.”She closed her eyes and waited until she could no longer hear the roar of his car’s engine in the distance. When the book store was quiet again, she picked up the book he had gifted to her and opened it. Genevieve read a random line from a page. And the story. At the fall of Khartoum British women were taken and used as slaves by their Arab masters. She heard stories of the horrid fate of the women of Khartoum. She shuddered. She told herself she shuddered in fear. She did not shudder in fear. She shuddered because his fingers traced downward across her left breast towards her right. His fingers brushed lightly, softly, across her right nipple. She shuddered because despite her horror, her terror, her twenty five years of. Both Brianna and Aric seemed taken back by him referring to Aric as "young". He looked almost the same age as Aric did."So tell me friend, what you believe you know about us. And while you're at it tell us who you are and why you are so interested in us," said Aric as he grimly watched the men."As a show of goodwill, let us first talk about a few things of interest to everyone, shall we? Have you been aware of the fact that I'm not the only one watching what you do? Didn't you know that the.