I was wondering if you'd like to donate to our cause." Uh, I'm a bit short right now, but sure," I replied. Damn, she was beautiful. Not in that Miss ...merica dumb-blonde kind of way, but in that sincere, genuine beauty that comes from some degree of emotional serenity and not Hollywood magic. My wallet was lying on a bedside table next to the door. I grabbed it, pulled out two one-dollar bills, and placed my wallet back down on the counter. As I did so, Kaliqa took a step forward into my. ??The old ?this is going to hurt me more than it does you,? ploy?? I responded with feigned lightness while carefully hiding the way my hands shook as I poured a stiff four fingers of pure, unadulterated single malt Scotch into a large glass. ?Why should I believe that???Because,? she whispered barely loudly enough for her words to carry to me, ?You have recognized the disease and hate it more than any Cheryii ever did.?I wanted to protest, to argue that point with everything my intellect could. She rose through the ranks of my society – in fact the only survivor from Crop A, she was, originally, a Puerto Rican salsa dancer. Now, she was mine. Nothing else mattered. She stood nude with a spiked collar that indicated her place as Sergeant-at-Arms. She held a small hunting dagger in one hand and pulled behind her nearly dead weight on a leash with the other. A tiny blonde girl, no taller than 5’1 and no heavier than 90 pounds, dragged behind A4 in a daze. Though she was 19, she had tiny. "Please just get off of me!" I yelled just loud enough so he could hear it.He still wouldn't move. Finally, he rolled over but by that time it was too late. My moms had opened the door and she was in shock. I don't think she prepared herself for this one. To be honest, I didn't even prepare my own self for this one. She just stood there. She said nothing. She just stared at this old ass man naked next to her little girl. Yeah my moms this saved holy than thou person that could tell you every.