"Oh, it's too much. Please, I don't deserve this." Of course you do Mom! We missed you." Heather reminded her.Harold stepped up behind her and wrapped...her in his arms. "You deserve this and more, much more."Janice started crying and pulled away, running to the bedroom and shutting the door loudly behind her."What's wrong with Mom?" Heather asked."She had a very hard time in New York," Harold explained, "and she's feeling down on herself. I think she's also just overwhelmed by the change in her. “Angel and Bill are nice people. I’d hate to see them go under.”We rode for a few minutes in silence before Slim said, “We’ve got weekend chores. You know, feed’in and water’in the animals at the barn. We usually rotate weekends and this was to be my weekend off.”“I think I could handle it if you had something planned,” I told him. “Just let me know how much grain to feed the horses.”“No, it’s not a problem,” he said. “I have a lady friend I see occasionally. I’ll give her a call and she’ll. " Didn't you want to be a concubine?" Oh, that would be impossible. I was not pretty enough or clever enough and my parents were poor," she replied wistfully, "Occasionally a visiting Master might use me through the remaining entrance, but not often."Avoiding the obvious plea in her eyes Ramzy El-Najjar moved quickly into the bedroom where he slipped into the huge bed and lay on his back in the middle. With due ceremony two eunuchs escorted the two women into the room. Moving as one they came. As he pulled into his own street he realized with a sickening horror that that smoke was coming from his own home.Tracey’s car screeched to a skidding halt as he leapt out to see billows of black smoke fuming out of the back windows in large thick plumes.“VANESSA! VANESSA!” Tracey screamed. “VANESSA! CAN YOU HEAR ME?”Tracey looked down the side of the house and saw that her car was there so he knew she must still be inside. Tracey looked all around him trying to think hard about what he should.