She held a bundle of his dirty laundry in her arms, hoping he would let her go."Yeah thanks sis," he said, smiling at the relief he saw in her face.He... didn't feel like it tonight, and anyway he had other fish to fry. Her name was Amanda, she was married and about mid twenties. She was a secretary in the office were he worked. What had picked her out as special was her spectacular figure, not that she flaunted it, but it just couldn't be hidden. He was trying out a new strategy on her, no. I am here to offer you a way out of the dungeon, but there will be no escape from the Sultan. And the way will be very hard for you." I don't understand. Who are you, goddess?" There is no time for that and I am no goddess! My name is Denara and I have been commanded to help you out of the dungeon. You must do as I say or they will take you back..."Her voice trembled and I could see she was recalling some painful memory. "I am tasked by the Sultan with helping people in your situation. There. Like I said, I’m not exactly the family’s golden calf. I’m the last one, the youngest, the runt of the littler. I am the one who shouldn’t be here because my parents decided that one son and one daughter was enough, but somehow I happened. It wasn’t easy for us as an interracial family in Winnipeg, one of the most racist cities in all of Canada. As a white woman who married a black man, my mother endured her fair share of bigotry at work. I mean, mom has an MBA from the University of Manitoba. I find it a good way toclear my mind after college," I said following her down the stairs tothe door."Okay, if you insist," she said not putting up a fight."Anything you fancy?" I offered."No surprise me," Cheryl said adding, "Have it ready for half eight."Giving me a look as she pulled her still damp jacket on and then without an warning suddenly grabbed me. Holding me in her arms she gave mea very serious kiss on the lips, which made me want to melt as shesaid, "I've wanted to do that all.