"He started undulating gently inside her again and she thought of how he had bought her and her daughter for a few dinners and a ride in a Royal aircr...ft."What will you do with Alima when she has had her baby?" she asked."I don't know," he said, "I might give her the dozens of babies she seems to want. We'll find out how keen she is when she's looked after one for a year or so. If I get tired of her I may just let her raise them in the harem, or I might give her to someone else. Does it matter. . now I was close enough to tell that she wasn’t some weather-beaten old beachcomber crone, she looked ... she looked positively beautiful. I altered my course, trying not to charge directly at her, trying to seem nonthreatening.“I’m fine,” I managed to stammer, “how are you?”“Just fine,” she said. “Beautiful evening, huh?”By now I was maybe thirty feet from her, inbetween her and the ocean. I nodded, and then said “Yes,” loudly. My mind raced for a way to sound intelligent and cultured, not. " I felt myself getting wet, from his words and ministrations of his tongue in my ear. Thankfully the luggage was starting to spill out onto the belt, and we could get out of the airport and into the car. At least that afforded us a bit of privacy. We made our way into the parking garage, holding hands and each dragging a suitcase. He had brought the truck. He opened my door (yes fellas, there are still girls out there that like when you are a gentleman) and I slid in. The first thing I. He was springing into action in his loins. The visit went well with Manuel and dinner with Eva was quiet and subdued, Eva asked Santa to stay after dinner while she cleaned up and put the children to bed. Santa sat in the kitchen admiring Eva as she moved around. She was not a petite woman but was solid. She was dark skinned with brown straight hair hanging to mid-back. Her face was pretty with deep set piercing brown eyes that radiated when she smiled. She was smiling now. Her lips were puffy.