”“Emir? Is that possible?”“He is seventh in line for the Throne,” came the reply, “so it seems unlikely, but that’s still quite high in ...he list.”“But I am not a Kobekistani, nor a wife?”“Neither was I, but you are now of dual nationality, as I am and he is. Also my son did become the Emir from further down the pecking order; he was only the son of the fourth in line.”Nicola was intrigued, “What did that make him? What number?”“Nobody can really say where a grandchild fits; it depends on so. Hain katseellani kylpytakkiani ja nyk?isinsen l?hemm?ksi pohtiessani mit? oli tapahtunut saapuessani pit?millenivaatteille. En muistanut riisuutuneeni vartaloani luodessa. Olin ollutalasti n?hdess?ni kauniin blondin peilin l?pi ja h?nt? himoitessani.Vailla rihmankiert?m?? olimme molemmat olleet, kun naisen luokse kuljin,syliini suljin ja suukottelin, h?nt? piinasin, panin ja pumppasin.Siin? kainalossani mietteli??n n?k?isen? maatessaan, k?si edelleenelimell?ni, Muusa oli eritt?in vieh?tt?v? ja. It was almost 10 when Ms. Sky had dropped Stephanie off at home and she stumbled into bed.It wasn't until the next morning that Stephanie had a chance to really look at her new tattoo. She stared at herself in the mirror, looking at the latest change to her body. This time it was Stephanie a tattoo of a naked woman on her left breast. The work was incredibly well done, not crude like so many naked women tattoos. The woman was facing her other breast with one of her hands reaching out to her. ‘You look terrific today,’ Bobby said. ‘That’s a really pretty dress. It looks dynamite on you.’ ‘You really think so?’ she replied, blushing. ‘Yeah, you’re a knockout,’ Bobby said. ‘How about I treat you to lunch?’ Helen smiled at him. ‘Bobby, you really are a sweet young man, you know that?’ she replied. They took the packages out to Helen’s car, had lunch at a restaurant in the mall then went to her house. They walked inside, Bobby and Helen set the packages they were carrying on the kitchen.