”“With no money? And who says I’m for hire?”“I can offer my services for barter. You see sir, I have been praying for days and my God can of...er no help, I have even prayed to other gods for help, but none have answered. Until now. My God says you can help me.”“You can switch gods? And does your god have a name and what can you barter?”He took a moment to take in all of Rayner’s questions. “Yes, I only worshiped a small god. Most small gods have no personality and aren’t powerful enough to. C'mon, now, let's see what further information we can find out, shall we?" Yes, sir, sure," replied Rostrimov, looking at his boss uncertainly."Are you all right, Mischa?" Svetlana asked, furrowing her brow."Fine, never better!" he told her, up beat and a little too normal. "Now, this message. Get on the key, Rostrimov, and ask him this - 'How many others?' he scribbled down the morse on the notepad. "Tap that out and see what he says?"Much later, Mischa and Svetlana lay in bed together in her. The simple truth was that I had fallen in lust with the mature woman’s darling backside and my addiction had passed the point of no return and there was no turning back.This morning I was scheduled to go to an interview with a large corporation that had divisions all over the world and properties in almost every state of the nation. They occupied an entire building in Manhattan and their human resources department took up an entire floor of the building because they were centrally organized. "I mean, I don't want my sister seeing us... just yet, anyway. And my Aunt's coming back from the hospital and... and how about tonight? Tonight in the guest house out back. Janice won't notice us there. Please, Hank," Linda pleaded.Hank smiled, taking her head between his hands and pressing the fingertips against her skull."I ain't got much of a choice. Could fuck you right here, baby, could really drill you till..."He stopped, closing his eyes as he hunched up against her. Linda knew what was.