Now, are you really okay?" she asked, looking at Shahia.Shahia nodded, with a big smile on her face. "Oh, Officer, yes, we are fine. They've been good...to us here, really wonderful."Officer Prescott glanced back at Chris, clearly amused by what she was about to say. "By the way, you'll be glad to know that they cancelled the warrant for your arrest a few hours ago, and they threw out all the charges against your schoolmates."Huh? Chris was about to protest about the deal when he realised that it. He remembered how her naked body had shone in the moonlight on the beach. And, when she paused and looked at Estevan, it was as if a statue from the Temple of Aphrodite had come to life.It was not just her physical appearance that made her special. Her voice was almost musical; she knew her history and the intricacies of the arts and sciences; and she was fluent in as many languages as he was. At least, she could speak and understand all those languages which he currently used. He had never. "Nice digs," Cat said, as they entered his apartment.Mick had forgotten about his pet cat, Caesar, a fat tabby whoconsidered himself the real owner of the building. Caesar took one lookat Cat, hissed, emptied his bladder and exploded out the door beforethey could close it."Oops," Cat said, looking down the stairs. "I think you lost yourpussy." He'll probably go to Mrs. Andrette's apartment on the first floor,"Mick said, as he wiped up the cat urine. "That's where he goes whenhe's scared by a. ’ ‘Don’t bother,’ I said and placed a tentative hand on her thigh as I leaned closer. She didn’t resist, just smiled. Reassured I was in the playing field I continued the silly banter, ‘I’ll say it for you. You know this place…?’ She turned to me and put her arms around my neck, drawing me even closer. All I saw now was those beautiful, mischievous eyes of hers. ‘…this place where the air is filled with the smell of red wine, there are candles everywhere, and the things they serve, Jesus you.