"Maybe someone here knows someone who might have a clue where I can get work."Pushing through the door, the greasy smoke-filled air inside just about ...made her choke after weeks in the artificially purified air of the transport. "How do these people stand it?" she managed to gasp. Waving her arm in front of her face, she peered anxiously through the murk, hope to find a friendly face, or at least not plop her ass down next to a total perv. Everyone in the place was staring at her, she realized,. Twenty women would attend. Sixty men between the ages of twenty eight and thirty five, chosen for the size of their endowments and dressed in tuxedos with buttoned flies, would attend to the women. At some time during the evening, each of the women would have her breasts exposed by another woman. I was not allowed to expose any woman's breasts. When a woman's breasts were exposed they would remain exposed until the party ended at two in the morning. A woman with exposed breasts could be fucked. When they got there an argument was going on in the kitchen. It was Marie yelling “I don’t care if you didn’t get any sleep that’s not my problem.” She walked out with a thermal container of coffee and cups.When she saw the two girls she had a big smile on her face. Tracy said, “Are you giving Paula a hard time?”Marie said, “Oh Yeah. I brought in extra help just in case I couldn’t find her, but I did and dragged her naked butt out of the bed by the feet.”They started to laugh. “Does she have. I’m at the Hilton Hotel on Sixth Avenue. Please call to meet me and you.”Queresh thought he would call again. He wanted, however, a call from his wife who had rarely left the house. He wondered where she could have gone. She didn’t have friends in the area. She didn’t have a job. And suddenly a desperate premonition made his insides turn. He walked to the closet where Maryam had kept her clothes. He opened the wide door and found all of her clothes missing. He rushed to the baby Imam’s room..