He said he wanted me to sit on the desk, cross legged, Indian style facing the janitor. When I objected, he reminded me of our agreement. I shut up , ...dressed, and left his door opened slightly. He said I should give the guy a nice show. The janitor is in his late 40's, he speaks broken English. I found him by my desk in the lobby cleaning. I sat on my desk, skirt hiked high, legs parted. I must have startled him when I said hi. It took just a second for him to recover, and notice the show I was. ‘Anything could happen, dear. Just remember me when you get big and famous, ok?’ she answered with a smile. ‘I will, Momma, I will.’ ~*~*~ Nineteen years later, Mari stood behind the curtain waiting for the speaker to finish her speech and announce her. She wore a dress that draped over her curves and fell from her hips to just above the black floor. It was a sparkling gold that shimmered like it had a life of its own and it complimented her lush red hair. She had died it a couple months ago.. I could hear him talking through the speaker but couldn’t understand what he was saying,…then she said “ he’s asleep”,….she was biting on one of her fingers and then pulled it out and gave me that look and smile,….She said “I’m gonna put you on speaker but really low okay?”,…with that she laid back against the head board and said, “so you said you were just thinking about me, really, what were you thinking?”,….he said “well, I’m not sure if I should say or not, you may not like what I was. It was dark yes, but not dark enough to see that he was surrounded by women! Ten of them, half with spears, half with bows. The unknown women were almost as tall as Roger was. He had watched nature documentaties at his time and knew that most of women in the wild were ugly and fat. But not them, darkness masked their faces and skin colour, but not the contours, wich were gorgeous. Nice slim bodies, flat stomachs long legs, full round breasts and just perfect butts. Then one of the women stepped.