." Yes Sir, I will." Great. Now, undress for me here. I want to see if you are ready for tonight."You slowly unzip your dress and let if fall to the f...oor. Underneath you are wearing matching bra and panties with thigh silk stockings. You had obviously prepared for the evening and are ready to perform."While you look sexy like that, I have something else for you to wear. Get completely undressed. I'm sure you want to get the taste of that bellboy out of your mouth, plus I would like your body. ”“How does that work? I can’t imagine anyone voting for another triad, so wouldn’t the biggest triad always win?”“It’s actually the leaders of each triad that votes, but the triad that the previous warleader belongs to is unable to put forth a candidate. Sometimes they are the ones to decide which triad’s candidate will become the warleader, but sometimes other triads make deals to either cause a stalemate or elect someone else. In the rare occurrence of a tie, all tied candidates will fight to. The girls were more tightly strung. I could see it in all of them. Renée and Connie had taken the stools with their backs to the bed. Connie’s stiff shoulders belied her graceful confidence. Renée looked lighter. She sat up straight, with perfect posture, actually everyone’s posture was good. Knees were together, not a pair were crossed. Renée gripped her stool with both hands. It framed her bubble butt delightfully. But her knuckles were white. She laughed a tinkling laugh at Pat’s snipe.“He’s. But yes, they were very subtle, with plausible alternatives. The gold mining outpost was our best guess. We kept asking ourselves what we would have done, to hide a thousand young girls from the world." Ammar," asking Abby in a pleading voice. "I must know. Qeturah, Pascha, Yadira, are they all still alive?"Ammar smiled and nodded. "Yes, your old team, the flowers of the monastery. They're all still alive." He paused and then frowned. "Orzora died last year though, a swift but painful death..