<strong>Tsade ~ the Movies</strong><br/><br/>Lily curled against him. His arm perched around her. Hand stroking her forearm.<br/><br/>He laughed with her about the popcorn and added a comment of his own as he pressed the code for the digital read out to set the location and time of their first movie.<br/><br/>“Next time,” He promised and kissed her hair.<br/><br/>His hand out, he pointed the remote to the wall. The lights dimmed and a large portion of wall darkened. He pressed the remote and the picture of the dance studio emerged with the date, and time in white at the left bottom corner.<br/><br/>“About 10 minutes before the first incident was reported to have occurred.” He told Lily.<br/><br/>The studio held 14 slaves standing behind Throckbottle clutching a paper bag to his mouth. Moussad was fingering Madison just as Throckbottle turned to the door.  It was all down hill from there. Tsade sat still. Nothing moved. His mouth open slightly in utter amazement as the tale unfolded.