Again she asked me “are you ok?” I just went beside her and looked at her face and she was prettier, my heart start pumping and causing my hormone... unbalance and told her “I am sorry for manhandling you other day, I had some dream I thought it was true incident and made love to you” she interrupted and asked me “what you want?” I was little annoyed and asked her sharply “your staff called me” she stood from her chair and slapped me twice and told “this is the way you ask apology?” I was. She wasn’t a biologist or a vet like Sousa or Clayton, and so she had a harder time telling the two genders apart. This one seemed female to her though, its snout seemed shorter than Sleethe’s, who she had now grown accustomed to seeing during their stay on the cargo freighter. It watched her curiously as she peered over the blanket at it, wary as she watched its nostrils flare to take in her scent. It hit her with a burst of subsonic vibrations, dizzying her and making her buck reflexively,. I never enquired what animal we were eating after my first time of questioning him.“What meat is this, Hassan?” I said, pointing to the plate of stew.“Goat if you are lucky, camel if you are not, Effendi Colonel!”It appears that all and any meat was thrown into the stew pot -- other than pork of course. The pig is an unclean animal to Muslims as it is to Jews.Egyptians eat communally from the same pot, using lumps of bread, held in their right hand, to scoop out pieces of meat. We Europeans. As I lay down, gazing the ceiling, I couldn’t help but think about Carol. Her birthday was approaching and Sandra was keen on meeting her. It was ironical to think how Carol, blinded by sex, had missed her daughter’s birthday.The following day, after work, I paid a visit to Jenivee to check how she was doing. When I reached the cottage, I found her all dressed up and ready to move out. I didn’t bother to get out of the car as Jenivee herself made her way towards my car.“I need to buy some.