Because her husband works abroad she must of been very horny .( so I don't think she's a sult ) to the story . So many miles from the village younger ...nd older and a lot of relatives regularly tried to flirt with her. one of my cousin who lived in the UK visited Bangladesh and stayed next door to my grandparents house he was mom's nephew from a quite a long distant cousin of hers. he was married and his wife must of been in the UK at the time. mom was very nice to him spending a lot of time in. Look at how her arm justhangs there."Carline reached across and brushed the hair out of her face as the hazyfog enveloped the truck.She looked up at her husband as he cradled the young girl in his arms.Then she noticed the pointed ears. It didn't make sense, she couldn't bean Elf, and Elves had pale skin and white hair. This child had dark skinand coal black hair."Hawk, identify the girl please," she requested."Identity unknown, her Race is Dark Elf. They are a subterranean specieswith opposite. If Blake had to sum Jenny up in a word, that word would be "homesick". She was not a person whose psyche fed on glamour, on adulation, on roaring crowds. Home, back in Spearfish Lake, represented a happier time, a happier life. The high point of her week came each Thursday, when the Spearfish Lake Record-Herald arrived, via next-day air -- the only copy of the paper sent out like that. Jenny devoured it, cover to cover, everything in it -- even the legals, the obituaries, the ads for used. A slow smile spread across Daren’s lips. ‘They’ll never believe it.’ He laughed. ‘Hot damn Max, that’s fucking fantastic. Everybody’s going to flip out.’ She handed him the end of the leash. Daren guessed that with it tied to his wrist she had no more than four feet of space to move from him before the collar would jerk her closer. ‘Now it will be important to act the part properly. When we get to school I want you to treat me like a slave. You know, get mad when I talk to people without asking.