To Max chatting with Sabina was like free chocolate pudding. They found comfort in the ability to be able to tell someone about themselves without wo...ry of condemnationMany times they commented to each other of their own local dates; of how Mr. Pilot was going to be in town next week and that he offered to take Sabina to Phoenix for a weekend. Max would bemoan another deceptive date, where he should have recognized the shoulder pads of the woman’s photograph dated back to the days of Duran. And since when did that slow anybody down?” I said softly.“You’re right. Move.”We swapped places in the little head. After she finished, she did the flushing routine again. Stepping through the door, she found herself in the arms of her first lover – me. Kiss.“If we get started, we’re gonna need Ben.”“He’s probably half awake now,” I whispered. “Rock paper scissors.”Her rock beat my scissors. “I hope he’s soft...”“If he’s asleep,” I said, “he will be.”We gently and carefully tugged the sheet. There was a mental button on the back of hermind that made her, at least temporarily forget why she was here and whoshe was, all replaced by a perfect copy of Pauraques thoughts. Her originalself was on standby, ready to strike when the moment was right."Excellent." As Patrique turned around to finish her cleaning her husbandslapped her ass."Oh!" She let out a moan, before grumbling in false outrage."So how was your day, dear?"Uneventful. Just as we like it to be. She bitched about coffee for a. All the trained Tities tribe’s warriors were quickly informed. They counter-attacked the enemy tribe, valiantly led from the front by king Rehman.The fight went on for hours until midnight. The Tities tribal men managed to win the attack. But they had lost their brave King Rehman in the fight. The remaining warriors were shameful that they couldn’t save their King Rehman. But the tribe didn’t think of them the same way.Instead, they were proud of their King Rehman because he lost his life.