But she was soon to know this water well enough, when, along with what was left of her tribe she was sold to a British slaver moored to the shore. And... as the Hurati departed with more muskets, trinkets and valuables, she was to spend what came to seem like an eternity, shackled lengthwise in the hold of the boat, along with the rest of the human cargo, unhealthily close to other captors, most of whom were from tribes other than her own, who spoke in tongues she couldn't understand at all, less. The cops came and took her away to the station. They said they'd try and locate the girl's parents or at the least they'd get her into a foster home until her parents could be located.I went on the rest of my delivery route and went home.Each day I'd go back to the house to try and deliver the package but nobody was home to sign for it.A week went by and then finally someone answered the door.It was a middle-aged man with brown hair that was just starting to go gray. His eyes were green and. “You’d be right, sir!” he exclaimed like a cheesy gameshow host. “But that would be only half the answer ... What you see before you is the album documenting and celebrating your mother and I’s first few wedding anniversaries.”“Oh, nice! ... Have I ever seen these pics before?”“Oh trust me when I say you’d DEFINITELY remember if you had,” he answered coyly. “Go on a take a hit of that bourbon, and then pass it to me.”I did, and when I handed him the bottle, he traded it for the photo album,. In the back corner of the locker room, Ziva was straddling a bench with Sarah behind her. Ziva's shirt was off and her shoulders were being majestically massaged by Sarah. She seductively ran a fingernail down Ziva's back and caught the claps of her bra. With a simple tug, the clasp came undone. Ziva protectively kept her bra over her breast.Sarah ran her finger in swift circle movements like she would with a brush on Zivas back. Ziva's body shivered, as Sarah widened the width of her circle..