" With your permission I would like to properly thank you, Mistress." Those words from my girl's lips were almost reward enough, but the look in her e...yes, their invitation to view her soul deep within them, that was a reward indeed.I had chosen well, '7' was proving to be all I desired and so much more. Money can make abducting a beautiful girl possible, skill can keep and force her to comply, but such false service is worthless. To take a girl with such spirit, train her, show her another life. With a squeal, the door came open a few inches, and I pushed my way through, without looking at who had opened it. My spine was crawling with fear.“Apologies,” I gasped. I slid my back against the wall. “I didn’t feel safe on the street.” I looked down. A small, hunched old man in a white thawb looked up quizzically. “Dr. Hawas?”“Yes. Mr. Henriksen?”“Yes.” I looked around. I was in a tiny courtyard. Stairs lead up to a small house; on the right, an archway led to a narrow alley. I dropped my. Actually, they could readily handle three more families as soon as they were there.Currently, there were only enough males for five families, and Adam would have to age a bit more before he could start his own family. For some strange reason, girls seemed to come in spurts, then boys, and back to girls. Coupled with that, there was the approximate ratio of four girls to each boy. Were they fated to remain that way? There was no way to tell and no way to change it, so they would just have to. I move towards her subtly as the crowd throbs around us. She bats her eyes down and retreats, a deer shy of a walker in the forest. I let her move off, she won't go far.The dance floor is open in front of me without her pixie presence. I realise that I'm being watched, scrutinised, visually tasted. A couple are dancing entwined, his hands cupping her breasts, discussing me. I look into her eyes and I'm lost. She is a tiny, petite, brunette and has a harshness to her face that suggests she takes.