Dago wasn’t sure if it was worth the risk of getting burnt in that fire, but he sure as hell thought about it. She really didn’t seem to like him ...uch, unfortunately. He might have to fix that.He stopped in front of the drawing room that Lilith so often inhabited. He ran a hand through his own messy black hair before knocking on the door. Someone called to him and he opened it. Lilith looked a lot like Natalie in the fact that she also had long black hair, but it was impossibly long and Dago. Wait. It was from the principal. The nearly thirty something year old brunette leaned forward to check out her screen; had there been any male students in the room they would have checked Miss Williams out. Her features were the make of a natural beauty, her curves just perfect. Many students tried to get a glimpse down Miss Long's blouses, some even knocked pencils and pens off their desk hoping she'd be nice enough to lean over to give them a view of her perfectly formed C-Cup breasts. Even. “Ah...she is my special possesion. I won't be sharing her just yet.” Freddy replied abruptly. Cecil headed to the guest room- it was too late to drive back, so he would remain till early morning- but Freddy wanted to go check on Lily.She was asleep. Her blonde hair framed her angelic face, although their were tearstains on the thirteen year old's alabaster cheeks. He walked up to her, tracing her lips with his fingers. She was clearly in a deep sleep...he had always wanted to fuck a girl in her. Small groups of men and a few women wove through the narrow streets on their way to other things. She walked toward the souk, the central market area of the little Moroccan town.She and her friends here in the village of Qalta took pleasure in occasionally re-creating the old modes of dress and public behavior. They were otherwise women of their time; one where equality and tolerance were the rule and religious strictures were viewed in an un-dogmatic way. The long garment sheltered her.