She has her arms wrapped tightly around her body and her breaths come out quickly. Every single bit of noise, other than her steps makes her look over... her shoulder. She realizes that it was a mistake to take the short cut through the alley, but her pride won’t let her turn back. Besides, she is nearly to the other side and then from there it will be straight home.The woman feels a gush of wind behind her and quickly spins around. There is nothing but darkness. She turns back around, shaking.. “Is that better?” She sounded less confident now. Like she was worried I’d say no. I realized she must be doing this by commission. I noticed she went to the door. I couldn’t even look up from the paper I was so nervous. Then I heard her lock the door. For a quick second I thought I was in danger.“This looks pretty good.” Was all I could get out. I didn’t want to look up because I knew she would try another trick. “I should get this looked at by a lawyer I think.”I heard her audibly sigh in. "Your Magnificence," she said with a little bobbed curtsey."His Magnificence is not here today," said the Emir, "Just another customer. Call him 'sir' if you like."His eyes, she felt, followed her everywhere, and the Maître d' was again watching her. Because it was not the centre of the restaurant, and because she was at her familiar station it was not so bad, but this young man was embarrassingly persistent in trying to chat to her."Do you have days off here?" he asked."Why does that concern. He had every intention of saving his sister’s honor. Whenever he thinks about that moment he initially sees his sister raise her hand towards him and mumble something under her breath. His mind cannot accept this though, so he immediately pictures Big looking at him, taking a hand off of his sister’s hip, and gesturing at him. In any event he freezes in his tracks, unable to help his poor, virginal sister as Big Pecker unloads about a gallon of hot, sticky goo deep into her bowels. Herman.