”“I know, son, educate...” Swift told him, smiling at his son. He tried his best, but would never be as eloquent with the language as his Englis...h wife.The pair explored the river bank as the older Indian taught the younger how to do many things. He told him of the prejudice to expect back east. Not that Wounded Hawk hadn’t already known bigotry, for the Crow didn’t treat him much different than the whites would.“Why do people do that?” he asked his father as they sat down on the. NO DOOR?Can't find one.There's gotta be a door! C'mon, Man ... go look!I did.GO LOOK AGAIN!!!Readers! Can't live with 'em.Instead, I went to the phone and called Detroit Wreckers."Pete. Please." David." I bought the deckhouse yesterday." I don't want a refund." I called to talk to Pete." I'll wait."Jesus, this is boring ... there ought to be something I can listen to while I'm waiting."Pete?" David." Listen ... you said something about a basement in my place." Where's the door?" Out back?" Shit. "There hasn't been anyone since you. Since last time. What if it's not the same now?" "Well, there's only one way to find out, isn't there? And you never know - it might be better." You tilt my chin up and kiss me. Again, I feel your fingers touch my stomach and I lean into you. Your other hand grasps my ass and pulls me hard against you. I feel how aroused you are and I slowly trace your length with a finger, making you gasp. I can feel myself getting warm and moist as your hand reaches down. .."Daima gulped, desperately trying to keep herself together."When you told me of my mother," she finished. "I am so sorry, YourHighness. I am so grateful to you and Shiekha Fatima for taking me in. Iowe you my life and... but... I..."Daima dissolved into tears.The Emir sat on Daima's bed and beckoned for her to join him. Followinghis guide, she sat in his lap like one of his daughters, and he pressedher head to his shoulder so she could cry and be comforted.Daima felt his arms envelop her,.