“And you have to be fast, hard and straight to the point, with no wasting time, if you know what I mean,” he said, almost whispering in my ear, hi... breath tickling my ear and driving me insane. “Oh, yes, I believe I do,” I managed to whisper back at him. Damn, I was panting now, my cheeks were blushed and I was ready for him and he could see it written in my eyes. He looked at the passenger’s cabin, and everybody seemed to be either sleeping or watching a movie, and with no further notice he. But when the scene was over we were doing lines of coke and drinking as much as we could drink and sleeping with whoever happened to be nearby. It took a toll on us – physically, mentally and spiritually."Adam cringed. Allie had mentioned that some of the hardest-line do-gooders were ex-porn stars. Tim heard the sharp intake of breath."Oh, no," he said quickly. "I'm not with the God Squad or anything like that. I am not calling to tell you how horrible you are or get you to change your mind. Is that alright?" Dwayne asked her, in a serious tone, while he seemed to reach her file at his computer. "I understand, sir. Please go ahead." Sarah complied. "So how long have you been working for this firm?" He asked without stopping what he was doing. "Five years now, sir. I first started as an intern." Sarah promptly answered. "It says in your file that you are one the most promising young professionals around here." Dwayne stated. "I am glad to hear it, sir." Sarah's smile widened. "How. We can assure you peace and tranquillity.”Tariq snuggled into his first class seat. He absorbed the occasional twangs of the sitar and the hollow thumps of the tubla. The air conditioners hadn’t been started. Although they tried not to disturb his peace, the flight crew crept by him one by one to get a quick look at the man whose photograph hung proudly in millions of Middle Eastern homes: a thick, flaxen beard of white flowing to his chest, his head covered by a thick turban, the irises of his.