One hand came up and tilted her head to one side, the other hand splayed against her midriff to keep her against him. She felt his hand lightly touch ...her temple then caress down the side of her face, followed the column of her neck and stopped at her collarbone. She then felt a brief whisper of his breath against her neck and jumped slightly when she felt his lips in the follow of her collarbone. She relaxed more against him and felt his one hand start moving slowly against her abdomen,. " What's the problem?" Look at my Africans, there isn't a soft dick among them and on film it is going to stick out like a sore thumb."Kraven nodded and then said, "I have an idea." Turning to Mary Jane he said, "You can see the problem, right?" She nodded an amused yes. "I hate to bring this up and normally I wouldn't, but I saw you in action yesterday and I know that you have a strong sexual appetite." He motioned around him, "All this is costing a bundle and the quickest way to get back on. Take this one, for example.My Lord, I . . .Shut up. Don't interrupt me. God damn it, what was I saying? Oh, yes. When this one isn't here with me, she, as you well know, is a bubbly energetic little feminazi, hating all things male, always making sure all the little boys around her are kowtowing to her every whim. Which, interestingly enough, she completely recants when she's here with me.Really?Yes, she repents of all her little put-downs and control-grabs and paper efforts at being a dominant. But the same eyes; a more slender neck and arms, and definitely an older and more adult figure. She was 20. Her hair was the same, a little longer, a little more blonde.She gaped at me. "Well, hotshot, are you gonna speak?"I did, but I didn't hear what my own voice said. I was dumbfounded. It was Martha Jane, but it wasn't Martha Jane. She was the same person, yet she wasn't. She was not a teenager anymore. And she smoked cigarettes. One dangled lazily from her fingers as she sat cross-legged.