Momentum

Allie and Elizabeth sat at her kitchen table, sharing a cup of coffee. The kids were staying with Julia for the time being, and the Barre household was being used as a practical whorehouse. College girls and Black Muslim immigrants were each in the bedrooms upstairs, and the scent and sounds of sex upstairs were unmistakable.

Yusuuf came in, dabbing his brow from the South Carolina heat.

"You are making progress," he said, smiling to both women.

"Thank you, husband," Elizabeth said, her eyes gleaming from the small praise.

"What about Britney?" Allie asked. "She hasn't had a pairing yet."

"True," Yusuuf acknowledged. "But our sponsor, the Sheikh, would like her. So we'll keep her as pure as we can for him. But Elizabeth ..."

"Yes, Yusuuf?" Elizabeth asked, always ready to act on his commands.

"This atmosphere ... wants me to make another child with you. If you'll excuse us, Allie." Yusuuf took Elizabeth's hand, guiding her upstairs, his free hand palming her round, pert ass.