"Is my pretty girl getting horny?" he asked me seductively. I nodded slowly, trying to resist the urge to push him to the floor and have him take me t...here.He took his finger and drew my chin up so he could look in my eyes. He studied my face for a few moments, his hazel green eyes tracing my eyes, nose, cheeks, and then stopping at my lips. He brought his eyes back up to mine, and just stared into them, caressing my jaw for a moment, then slowly pulling my face to his for a kiss.I was happy. She need not have worried, it wasn't to be her home, at least not after the first few weeks.A man in Army uniform with quite a lot of shiny brass badges and white braid came in to the room. Charlotte correctly surmised that he was a high ranking officer, though had she understood enough Arabic she would have heard him using the language and accents of the gutter.~Is this the tart you want me to buy?~ he asked the slave dealer.~Yes, Colonel. This is Charlotte who is for sale from the Golden. "I've never seen you roll your hair before." It's something I'm trying," she said. "Have you ever had a concussion? What should I check for?" I've had my bell rung a few times. My girlfriend stayed with me the night after a kid poked his fingernail through my cheek, but that was because my parents were away and the doctor said I shouldn't be alone." That's the scar in your cheek? How did it happen?" It was a football game when I was a junior. His fingernails were long and had dirt under them.. It was about fiveand Ari called."I've just caught the mother of all fish! Can you come over for dinner?" Hasked."I'd love to. I'm with the chief now." I said. "We're talking." Bring him over. There's more than enough." Ari said. "I'd like to get toknow him." I asked Troy and he was interested."Come over in fifteen minutes." Ari said.Troy called his wife and told her he was eating out and would be back late."Does she mind?" I asked."Shit no!" Troy said. "She only minds if I stay home. We ain't.