Then you hear him. He’s not like you, you instinctively sense, just by the sound of his heavy footfalls on the floor approaching the booths, by the ...trong confident manner he opens the door next to you, by the urgent sound of his zipper before the door is even closed behind him, by the aggressiveness you sense just from his movements in the booth next to you, by the growls as his movie starts, by the determined need imparted as his feet firmly settle facing your common wall, and then there it. ‘One day, you’ll learn who we are… why we used you… We have no reason to throw you off your ship. We just need your cooperation,’ The warrior explained, ‘Call me Talla.’ ‘I’m already aware of your name. I know all the names of the members of my battalion.’ Ortangu said, almost pouting. ‘That’s good! You have the makings of a leader… I’m curious as to why you demanded Roka. What’s the story with you two? You can trust me.’ Talla said. ‘No I can’t trust you. You used me for your own gain, and. ’ ‘Move your hand up and between your legs. That’s right, just so you can feel the soft hair. Slip your finger through the hair to the opening.’ Her hand worked the finger through the tangled curls to the slight parting of flesh. ‘Spread your legs so that you can feel all the way down.’ Almost before the whisper had completed its command, her thighs spread wide and her fingertip traced the lips from top to bottom. Rachel shuddered from the intimacy she felt with her own body. ‘It’s nice there. Or without it, I thought, giving myself a grim little smile.I was hungry, I thought – or, at least, I knew I should be hungry – so I ought to cook. I also ought to look at some of the mail that had accumulated while I'd been away – I'd been genuinely too tired to do anything with it earlier in the week – and begin to get things sorted so that I could sell the place. Instead, I sat on the floor and felt sorry for myself. Sorry for Phil, too, sorry for all the things that might have been ... but.