We both nodded our heads. "Good I'll talk to you both tomorrow morningand we will go from there." With a wave of her hand the Captain made itclear tha... we were to get moving.Chapter 2"So how long to we have to sit in this shit-hole Moe?" Al asked."As long as it takes. The boss said that he would make the pickup in afew days and for a hundred K we will wait until hell freezes over." Well I don't like it Moe. I don't trust that guy. Besides those fourcops have been staked out across the street. Belinda thought it would bebetter to say nothing. They were in good humor and shecould cope with their biennial mocking. In few minutesshe reasoned, they would get bored and go off to thelocal pub. YC not being so worldly wise was getting alittle concerned. She had often heard her mother talk topeople like this when out shopping. A rude shop assistantof tradesman was soon put down with a few harsh words. YC thought for a few seconds and plucked up all hercourage. She then took a deep breath and. Sultan Hakim stood in front of her, wearing nothing but a small, open vest and a pair of his poofiest trousers. A long, golden rope served as his belt. Amina could see his muscular stomach, his travels had made his skin darker than even her own and he was tall and broad-shouldered. Amina had never seen the Sultan fight, but the bards called him a born warrior, a dancer on the battlefield, light on his feet, quick with his spear.'You look radiant, the stars pale in comparison,' he said, and. I got into my nightie by myself and climbed into bed. Gordon put on some fresh clothes and went downstairs. I heard him turn on the TV as I fell asleep. I woke up and looked at my clock. I saw it was about five in the morning. I saw why I was awake. My door was opening and closing very slowly, and I saw the dark, shadowy shape of Gordon slipping inside my room. I sat up and lifted my blanket to welcome him, and my brother slid into my bed next to me. Gordon put his hand on the naked flesh under.