Her hands were cold against my warm face, but it felt nice knowing they were HER hands. I held onto her waist and stood up, pushing my chair and makin... it roll back and get out of the way. I pulled her close to me so our bodies pressed together, every curve in her body was exaggerated when it intertwined with mine, and I knew she could feel the bulge growing in my pants. Kate slid her hands down my face and onto both sides of my jaw. She traced my cheeks with her fingertips, and slid her palms. "Yeah, I can tell," he said, flipping through the pages."What's that supposed to mean?" I mean it obviously doesn't belong to a professional artist," he teased."You're just jealous because you can't draw!" she snapped.That was true, but he wasn't going to let her win the argument that way."Apparently, neither can you, but at least I don't pretend I can."To his distress, Brit suddenly burst into tears. "I hate you!" she shouted, then dashed into her bedroom.Once more he had crossed over the line. The woman whimpered in pain and fell to her knees in obeisance."Come here," said Elaheh imperiously.The servant looked up but was uncertain whether to obey a female when in the presence of the Emir. Another lick of the whip across her buttocks convinced her that she should obey."Let me see the stripes," said the Princess, and the woman quickly removed her smock.The Emir looked on indulgently as Elaheh examined and fingered the weals on the woman's back. Judging from the other marks it was far. The three were talking of hitting an outlying ranch and kidnapping the eldest son, about thirteen years old, of a rich rancher. They thought they could easily get $15,000 from the rancher for the return of his son and heir. I thought that was way too much, but I already said that they were stupid. I sat there though nursing two more beers until they were ready to leave; by now, they were all three very drunk. I was none too sure on my feet, myself, but nowhere near their condition.I followed.