Should I call him? Would he understand? What if he hates me forever? She sighs, and decides, pushing the button. After a few rings he picks up, and sh...e smiles, hearing his deep, dulcet tones, a sense of love and comfort filling her heart."Hey Ames!How's my girl?" She grins. "Well, good and not so good, I guess." His tone becomes worried. "What's wrong, sis?" Richard dumped me." For a moment there is silence, and she knew he had gotten angry. "What?! Why, babe? What happened?" I dunno, he said I. Finally, she picked up a menu and walked toward my table."Hi, Tina," I said as she laid the menu in front of me. "You're looking good." Uh... Thanks, Matt." Have you been working here long?" I know it was a dumb question, but I didn't know what else to say."Uh... Matt, I'm busy. I just came back from lunch and I have to get caught up."I looked around and only saw two other customers in the place. "If it makes you uncomfortable to talk with me, I'm sorry. Tina, I knew you worked here and I came. Once in the kitchen she again says you can have a drink then go, well I want more then that thought I might get your knickers off, no she says my knickers are stopping on, I don't want my husband thinking you are fucking me, He been saying things like the neighbour told me you had somebody call the other day stopped about 2 hours then went, I think he knows you have been fucking me, He will know if you don't get on the knees & suck my lolly I'm not she said I gets my phone out you want me to. About the meal they were eating, Derek soon realised three things which intrigued him. The portions were all tiny, but there seemed to be a never-ending stream of them, sometimes with repetitions if the Emir nodded to a particular eunuch. The women serving as waitresses were all wearing sheer clothing made of fine cream gauze, which might as well have been absent for all the concealment it gave, showing clearly the varying hues of their skin which ranged from the bluish black of a Nubian girl.