Taking point guard, Benni led the little group out into the hallways of Level Eight. Already Benni could see small changes resulting from the embargo....More hawkers were selling trivial or personal items for a slug or two. Some of the family enclaves had added a second or even a third guard at their doorways. He surmised that the feeling on the street was that circumstances would get worse before they got better.At the entrance to Family Khan, Benni approached slowly with his preferred tab in. "I could be a lot of help to someone looking to move up in the company. Someone looking for a mentor or an ally."His hands found the line of buttons that ran down the front of her dress. Elsa stood stock-still, afraid to even breathe. RJ's fingers followed the buttons until he cupped her breasts, thankful that she wore a brassiere rather than an old-fashioned corset."Noo," she whispered, but she seemed to lean back against him, thawing under his touch.Someone knocked on his door and RJ took a. The second barber was the one who had cut my hair previously and he said OK no problem knowing that my haircut and style would only take 5 minutes to do. I sat in the second chair while he prepared his things and he smiled at me in the mirror so I smiled back.The other barber pulled a curtain round where he was working on his customer which I had not seen done on my first visit. My barber now put the usual cover over me and came round the side to tuck it in. He had tied it round my neck and. " "I see......what would be an intuitive guess.” "I will kneel with my back straight?" "That’s an excellent answer; but how do you suppose an innocent and naive young woman like you is so perceptive about these things? “I.....she started to say and I interrupted. That is a redundant question. I already know the answer. Kneel, very nice, now...stand, excellent! You folded your hands in front of you without thinking, although, depending on the situation you may be required to put them behind.