“Stop blowing old man, you are full of camel dung and you know it, FINE, we will leave your house immediately, all THREE of us!” Jamaal turns his ...back on Achmed grabs Ijah by the arm and starts to lead him towards the door…“No wonder you’re an orphan, your mother most likely drowned herself in the river to be rid of you, you little scoundrel… STOP before I loose my temper, we shall sit down and discuss the terms of this partnership.”And so they did, for three hours Jamaal and Achmed yelled and. The only shot fired by the four men was one that a finger had convulsively caused when it squeezed the trigger in death. The pistol was still in the man's holster and his pants leg was smoldering from the powder blast down his leg.Han didn't say a word as sounds of the barrage of gunfire echoed away over the hills. She dismounted hurriedly and checked the men for more pistols and ammunition. Ben had taught her that a person on a mission from God could never have too many guns or enough. " Excuse me? Hold what in?" Your pee. I'm telling you to hold your piss sweety."I was shocked. Who the hell did this woman think she was? Who is she to tell me when or when not to piss?"What's it to you lady if I piss or not?" Because I don't want you to." But... but I have to." I said dumbly, not knowing what else to say."You may have to, but I'm telling you not to dear."Ohh it was beginning to really hurt, I really needed to pee. Why was this lady even bothering me?"Listen, I don't know what. Lying in his bed, he noted that it was midnight and he still wasn’t asleep. He scanned the stars, wondering if he would ever find that special someone he could truly connect with. Walking through the streets of Cap-Haitien, haunting the streets of Boston and wandering through the streets of Ottawa, he saw lovebirds of all kinds. Men and women. Men and men. Women and women. Black, white, Hispanic, Arabian, Asian, Native, interracial and everything in between. Pretty much anything you could.