Science Fiction: Welcome to my Worlds

jacket, you Russian slut’ simmering in there and—apparently—so could Anna. He’d be the first to admit he didn’t know much about women, but he’d been around Anna long enough now to know when she was coming to a boil. Without thinking about it he put his arm around her and tried to move himself in between the women to prevent a runaway loop of bad feeling. Then he had to wonder if that was a good idea because he seemed to pick up something from her like he had from the Arab. But this time in a good way. Warm and fuzzy.

The old woman turned her attention back to Rajiid. “My arthritis. I need some pills for it.”

“Certainly. Let me have your prescription and you can pick it up in a few minutes.”

“I don’t have a prescription. Just give me some pills.”

Rajiid raised his eyebrows at Anna… and then he felt things start to slip away. He could still hear them talking, as if from a great distance through a cloud of fog, but his attention was being drawn elsewhere. To his house. To his daughter Missy. Something was wrong. For once he didn’t try to fight it. This was important. He couldn’t pretend it was his imagination. He saw her lying on the bed asleep… and two men were sneaking into her bedroom!