As the music faded away there was a spontaneous round of applause, and Lama moved gracefully over to the whipping bench where she draped herself elega...tly on her belly and maintained a perfect pose with both orifices clearly available to her beloved. Again the Emir waited, and again Mahmoud ibn Sultan did not move to offer her to him.Using the only part of the ritual still available to him in the absence of a sponsor, the Emir asked, "Well, girl, what should I call you?"The response startled. Transatlantic travel is still a pretty grueling experience in terms of the hours you travel, the many lines in which you wait and countless other hassles draining ones coping skills. Morning was the right time for us. I spooned up against her and said, “Baby I want you rested enough to fuck me inside out in the morning.” “Count on it” she replied and in something under five minutes her breathing took on the easy, distinctive sound of sleep. I was hard as a rock but forced myself to be patient. We danced as lovers, close and hardly moving, I felt aroused as we clung to each other, soon the music stopped.We danced all night together, until the party ended at three o’clock; slowly we made our way to the car.“When was the last time you saw the sunrise young man”, she quipped.” only from my bed I laughed.“Take me to needle point taxi” she laughed getting in the car.Needle point was know as lovers lane, high above the town you could look onto the lights of the streets below.A we drove up. Sometimes he would say, see Raj, Anita never sleeps without her clothes on. When I feel like having sex, she does not respond to my pleadings in the night. When Anil said such things, Anita merely raised her eyebrows in protest but did not say anything or did not stop Anil. In such casual conversations I would also tell them about my wife’s lack of interest in sex. When I would talk about Neena’s lack of interest in sex, Anita would jump to Neena’s rescue; saying, “You men are always thinking.