” he said quietly to himself. “We are fighting amazons. The Dahomey are using female soldiers in their attack.”The stories were indeed true. The...Battle of Dogba featured the warrior women of Fons. This Dahomean regiment consisted of all women. They were called amazons by some and called themselves the Mino or mothers. These women were hardened, going through intense military and survival training. They would even claim that they were no longer women but men.Some of the French soldiers were. It was well after ten, and she looked like a night's rest did her some good."Good morning," I said softly, so as not to scare her.She looked a little tired, a little lost, and a lot insecure. "Hello " was all I got.I showed her the breakfast that I'd prepared and laid out on the table behind the helm. She settled down and carefully ate fruit, cereal, scrambled eggs, and turkey bacon, two pieces of the toast, and orange juice. She followed it all up with a hot cup of Columbian coffee and a warm. Aslam: Apka phone number mil sakta hai.Bina kuch soche siddha usse apna phone number de diya. Aur boli, “Main abhi chalti hu mummy khane ke liye bula rahi hongi, “aur bina uski baat sune chal di. Aur fir apne room mein aakar door band kar liya aur apni sanso par kaboo pate hue khush hone lagi.Kuch der baad mere WhatsApp par ek message aaya, “Hi main Aslam.” Maine reply kiya aur uska number save kar liya. Fir hum bate karne lage. Main sham tak usse hi bate karti rahi. Sham ko usne mujhse meri. Of course, I used the sexy Mimi Brown for tending my two pre-teen girls when Mark and I managed to get a free night for dinner or drinks or both at the same time. I didn’t really hate Mimi for her sluttish ways, but I was no fan either because she seemed to be enjoying herself all too well when I accidently saw her and my Brother-in-Law Jacob doing it doggy style over the back of the white leather love seat in my sister Angie’s living room the previous Saturday night.I don’t know what possessed.