stewardesses

"There is such a job," Donje says. Kristen listens apprehensively, hoping it isn't too disgusting.

"President Air needs two stewardesses. You and your friend would be perfect."

Kristen sighs with relief. "That would be okay," she says greatfully. She always wanted to be a stewardess! Maybe this was an opportunity... and on the president's own airline!

"They like pretty white girls," Yonkre says, walking over and running his rough calloused hand through the Swede's fine blonde hair. "But you must be good at service."

"Yes, I understand," Kristen says.

"Pecs, go and get her new uniform," Yonkre says, smiling down at the innocent girl. Pecs grumbles something in his own language but complies with the order.