“Oh now I have something you need? Are you going to write a letter? Allow me a place to stay? I’m sure a letter of recommendation from Mrs. Americ... and a famous television star would go a long way in front of the board.” He triumphantly stated into the phone.The hot wife fought her trembling hands. Her voice quivered, “Fred wouldn’t allow you to live with us. There has to be another way.”“You’ll have to convince him. There isn’t any other way,” Phil boasted, “Or I can sell this to some website!. The Planet is unlike any other newspaper,however, in its relationship with that great crusader for truth andjustice?Superman!On this particular early fall day, a lone figure stands in the shadow ofMetropolis' globe, awaiting Superman's arrival. He's been summoned by anultra-sonic signal watch he made some time ago for his young friend,Jimmy Olsen.Olsen was Superman's friend and the co-worker of Clark Kent, the Man ofSteel's alter-ego. Like his fellow reporter Lois Lane, Olsen seemed tohave a. Though they still tried to keep their minds real.In the apartment..........Both making themselves comfortable, Alexa brought coffee for the two......"Sure it's not gonna be my fault again if you spill it?" Aiden laughedGlaring at Aiden in a mocking way, Alexa just shrugged off the comment as nothing. So after what seemed to be a matter of minutes, turned out to be the reality of 3 hours spent talking and having a good time. Alexa looked at the clock and realized the morning had passed both. All the slaves, male and female ate together in their own dining room. Like the others I had to sit crossed legged on a shallow leather cushion with my food on a table no more than a foot high. Sitting made my bottom sore again but everyone chatted in a friendly way that took my mind off it to some extent.I found out there are two classes of slaves; harem slaves whose main purpose is sexual pleasure and work slaves who do all the cooking and cleaning. The latter wore a standard type Arab dress.