<strong>Moussad~ watching Madison with the collection</strong><br/><br/>He stared. The way a man stares when he wants something that bad. She could sing. He was glad for it. A bonus as far as he was concerned, his lust was for the woman with the voice.<br/><br/>He would take her again. Feed her as she lay in his arms. He watched the crowds reaction as they sang. Next time they practice he was sure they would need security. New spread fast around the complex. News like this would bring in the second shift early and the night shift would stay over just to see if it was true.<br/><br/>Moussad didn’t care. All he knew was Vern was off the stage, a plus and Madison was singing. The other little one was enjoying their duet. It showed in how they looked at the crowd and how the crowd swayed and stood on their toes as each note was reached.<br/><br/>The money was a pot. It was the start of what would be more. Lots more.<br/><br/>But all Moussad could think about was how good she felt in his arms. He would please her again. She deserved it.