<strong>Moussad ~ with Madison</strong><br/><br/>"Friends?" Mousad said as he tugged on her leash. "Come Come. Maybe see."<br/><br/>He stepped out the door and expecting her to follow. They were headed for Mr. Fritz music department by way of the elevator once past security.<br/><br/>Security stared at Madison. It wasn't just how she was dressed or that she wore clothes. It was how she moved in what she wore. The two men exchanged looks. One stepped towards her but Moussad put his hand on the curved hilt of his dagger and inserted himself between them and her.<br/><br/>"You want I give you new way to breath. I make short cut in throat, yes?"<br/><br/>They weren't intimidated. Not like Vern did. They were simply not interested in a fight with a guy wearing his jammies, a house coat and a towel on his head. Those kind were very unpredictable.<br/><br/>The security motioned Moussad and his bitch past. but they watched her with eyes full of desire all the way to the elevator.<br/><br/>"Go down now," He told her.<br/>