His uncle's ships often carried a load northward for the markets of Europe. That was the other force in the village. Some of the men were traders and ...that was why his uncle had built a factory on the island. The traders of Eko travelled the great river and they went where Christian men could not. They brought back many staples that were needed in the village and by the people at the factory. They also brought back ivory, exotic brass work, and finely woven fabric. These the factory bought in. “Same again,” he told the waitress before holding out his hand. “My name’s Charles,” he told her with an educated accent.“Julia,” she responded as she limply took his hand.He opened up his iPad and found the two thumbnail pictures of her. Selecting them he turned over the iPad to her. “Just press delete,” he said.She did. “Thank you,” she told him.He smiled. “I thought it was all too good to be true.”She smiled back. “I am sorry but I really did think that I was chatting to my husband.”He. Now, she was coming home to stay.Parking the car, she stared at the familiar sight of her girlhood home. Right in front of her, a dent in the garage door that she’d made when she was sixteen was still there. A huge pot of violets sat on the porch, only a small portion of what her mother had nurtured from a single plant brought home from school in a styrofoam cup for Mother’s Day. Most of the family and her mother’s friends had equally large pots filled with violets from that single plant. A. All I could do anymore was stare at the ceiling as tears trickled one at a time down the sides of my face.“Please Ean. I need this. I won’t judge you. I know it will hurt you so much too but I can’t stand not doing at least something.”He pulled his face up to mine to look into my eyes.“Don’t kiss me. Please. Just have sex with me.”He had to have seen the sincerity in my blank eyes because he pulled away and removed his pants and boxers. Soon, he was over me taking his shirt off. Forcing my.