<strong>Moussad ~ and two Crutch Madforson</strong><br/><br/>Several men including Throckbottle were waiting off to one side to enter the lift. Humphrey had his back to the door. The sound of air getting sucked in and out of a paper bag seemed to hang in the air where the men stood. But no one seemed to notice or care about the bag. They were all trying to blend into the crack in the wall at the same time when they saw Moussad.<br/><br/>The elevator door opened and Moussad stepped out. His hand on the door so it wouldn’t close while his sprung slave girl used the shepherd hooks to exit.<br/><br/>Moussad was sure that herdsmen in England were lucky. The short staffs tucked in the arm pits looked easier to use than the long hook staffed used everywhere else. It meant the terrain in England was as straight and level as a grass autobahn.  The use of two staffs at once meant the grass was always plump and tender enough to slip on with either foot.<br/><br/>There were many reasons a man like Moussad who lived in England was lucky.<br/><br/>The fact that English women had two crotches, although he wasn’t clear on that at all, was a plus. No wonder men from the middle east immigrated here. You had a built in Harem of two when you bought one English woman as a slave. Talk about an economical ride. No more complaints about being too sore, a man would just use her other crotch on alternate nights.<br/><br/>There were crutches and crotches in abundance here.  It was an amazing country this English land.<br/><br/>“Come! Come! We almost there, my Jahdem!” Moussad encouraged.<br/><br/>