You're going to remove my shoes and you're going to wrap those pretty, painted lips around my foot as though it was your boyfriend's cock. My feet hav... been in these heels all day long and they need attention."I glanced down again, unable to parse what was being asked of me. Beneath the desk, Ms. Monroe offered her foot out to me and flicked her toes upwards, slipping the shoe from her heel and letting it dangle back and forth lazily. I returned my gaze to Ms. Monroe's face. The corner of her. “What should we call ourselves?” Lorna asked Alex. “Business needs a name, right?”“Yes, Lorna’s Chiligumbo.”“Are you sure?”“Yeah, why not? It’s your food, people should know that. You don’t like it?”“I was thinking, Redbone’s Chiligumbo. Sounds like food… soulful… funky.”“You want to use the nickname that asshole George gave you?”“Yes, it will piss him off, don’t you think?”Alex laughed and said, “Yep, I bet it would. Redbone’s it is, you talked me into. I’ll get the cart painted.”----By the. "Crap!" Lucie said as she saw the area in front of them start to fill with the alien craft._____________________________________________________________________The Emperor and Empress had just arrived as Zan was talking to Sherry. Suddenly everything was quiet shaken Zan was suddenly worried. What in the hell was going on. The only time this had happened was when there was an att..."Emperor I am sorry but I am afraid I have to go. It appears that my wing mate may be under attack." Zan said even. Umm.. may I take a seat? My legs are not as strong as they used to be.”“Oh, I’m sorry. Do come in.”The old man walked past her, leaning on a stick with his back hunched; the two guards followed him like shadows eyeing the place and the maid with interest.“Can I get you something to drink. How about tea?” she asked once he sat on the sofa.“No. That would take too long. Take a seat Anjali. I have something I want to ask you.”Anjali gently sat on the armchair opposite him, her hands clutching her.