He knelt before a low dais in an informal audience room, head to the floor. A languid young man whispered in the ear of a bellicose and rotund man who...acted as his amplifier.Whisper whisper. "His royal highness, the Exalted Protector and Father of this Great Empire, Descended from the Holy Loins of the Goddess of the Sun through..."The man's voice fell silent instantly when the youth raised his hand. It was a much more powerful and natural display of body language informing of importance and. He must be wealthy and perhaps looking for a woman for the day. Why else would he come down to this section of town. Damn, if he only had the American girl here now he could probably get four or five times the price he would have from the customers he had sold to yesterday."May I help you, Monsieur," he purred in his best English, hoping to make an immediate impression on him. He enjoyed speaking to them first in English and always getting the query, "Why, how did you know I was American?" It. I frantically gestured to her to be quiet and gestured for her to come quietly beside me. She knelt next to me and when I pointed to scene before us she gasped and feigned indignation. I covered her mouth first with my hand then with my mouth. I felt her kiss back and knew we could proceed with what had now become a very exciting situation.My hand moved to clasp Fiona's big buttocks and hurriedly lifted the hem of her sun dress in order to caress her between her legs. James was now rubbing his. He’d left the horses saddled on purpose, something that wasn’t good for them, but he was nervous about pursuit, even though he didn’t admit it to Chaps. Now he was glad he hadn’t pulled the saddles off of them. When he thought it was safe, he vaulted up onto the horse. He could tell by the saddle that it was Chaps’ horse, but then Chaps didn’t need it any more ... did he?He rode hard into the dark, hoping the horse wouldn’t stumble.Water Man, as he was called by his tribe, walked into the light.