Rising from the ground you walk to the pieced together shards of glass you use for a mirror and inspect yourself. You check for injuries or bugs, you ...ind new scars forming below your right shoulder blade as well as across your abs. You run your finger along the length of each of them , feeling a sting for each moment of contact."How many do you think there were?" A gruff female voice asks from behind you.You turn abruptly to face the voice. You find a woman with muscles that almost rival your. This whole expedition and my promising new career as acleaning lady were going to be a colossal waste of time. I wonderedif we could get our hands on his laptop, or find a way into his Cloudstorage, but that seemed hopeless.I tried the filing cabinet - locked; and the desk drawers - stationeryin the top one, the bottom one was locked. I wondered whether I couldjiggle it open. Maybe a hairpin? I was pretty sure I had one in myhandbag. But I had no idea how to pick a lock anyway. Perhaps. After the birth of little Prince Ernst, Max decided to undertake an expedition to Africa. He set out to sail with a navy ship that was bound for the Horn of Africa. On one of the vessel’s final ports, Max met tall and imposing Kuluc. He invited the man aboard the ship and into his lavish quarters. The lean, muscular worker could tell, despite the language barrier, that this white man wanted to be his woman. After a week, a salary and position were negotiated for Kuluc along with a payment to. " Trish pulled the car down the small driveway that led to our house, neatly sliding the vehicle in between the other two present.It was a bit of a squeeze to open the car door, as it was every morning we took the small car, but it was much more easily managed by the two young women. I led the way into the house, noticing with no displeasure the conspiratorial closeness of Trish and Julie as they followed me.I flipped on the lights in the house, noting that the sun was nearly down. Night came.