"Sure," said Norman, cycling through the pictures as Xavier bentdown to look at the display. "Ameena, honey, why don't you headback over to piling and...we'll start up again just as soon as ourfriend leaves."Ameena nodded, seeming eager to get away from the black man."Dem pictures of yours sho is good. How about taking a few of meand your wife? The contrast sho would look good." Hmm, I could even take some black and white pics. That would beartsy. Hell, what am I thinking, she'll never go for. .then finally we talked about Joyce and me! She was happy that Joyce and I had 'clicked'and knew my sex drive wouldn't drive me into the arms of someone else! "This is just till we have the baby..don't want you fucking my m other for always you know..just till the baby's born and I've 'recovered'!" I agreed and I left to go home, grabbed a take away and had a beer with it.Next few weeks was more of the same..hospital every night,and 4 hours on Saturday and Sunday..then back home for sex on 3 of. "Can't wait to seeyou. Ciao!" she said and then hung up.I put the phone down and reassessed my state of mind. I was going tospend the night with Grace. That was a good thing.I hurried out so that I could get home, get some clothes for work thenext day, and still get to Grace's without getting too caught up inafternoon traffic. Luckily, I caught a Metro without much of a wait.Leaving early always seemed to make the commute on the rail easier.Fewer people were traveling then.When I got home I. The soldiers led us into the keep and down winding corridors and steps to the lower half of the keep where we were brought to an area filled with women of all ages. No one said a word. They seemed to be in a trance like state. As if they already knew what had to be done and did it with no hesitation.The women stripped us after the soldiers left. Even as we protested they still stripped and then bathed our bodies. They washed everywhere. Afterwards an older woman came in and looked us over. She.