Part of me knew this was how we were, before we learned to be ashamed. No-one stared as children, teenaged girls and unwed women went about their day ...ll but naked except for their beads. Each strand of beads told the story that they had survived yet another rainy season. They were the survivors of malaria, dysentery and typhoid fever. The only nod to modesty the coming of age loincloth worn by boys whose voices had broken and faces scarred with small, deep marks to show there were now men of. She really didn't have very good handjob technique because all she did was grip hard and yank. It hurt more than feel good. I tried to tell her to loosen her grip, but she didn't seem to get it. I grabbed her hand and led her towards the door. She protested that she didn't want to leave her friends, and I just told her she would be back in a minute. We paused at the door and she got her hand stamped. We walked around the side of the bar and made out against the wall for a minute or two. I. Why?”“I ran into her this evening,” Phil said. “She was pushing for a part in the next ‘Kismet’ installment. I told her I’d run it past you and let her know.”“Why me?” Hailey asked.“Because I had no fucking clue who she even was until she introduced herself and told me what show she was on,” Phil answered. “I know you watch the show and I figured you’d have a better idea if she was right for the part of Mallory.”“Mallory?” Hailey asked, her eyes wide. “Uh, I hate to deprive you of visual. Officer Sean, that was what the cop told Ron tocall him. The man who was laying the trap was trying to build up trustwith Ron.Ron's cellmate seemed as uninterested in him as a red-blooded male wasabout abstinence until Officer Hartings closed the door. In a gravelinggravelly voice the stranger said, "You are pretty, boy."Ron ignored him like a cat which wanted nothing from its humanroommates. "Hey boy, that is no way to treat someone who gave you aRon kept up his cat impersonation as the man.