-------------------------------Meanwhile, Sophie was also laid on her bed, crying.“Well I blew that,” She said. “I really blew it.”“Yeah, yo... did,” Alexis said.“No-one asked you.”“I’m your genie. It’s my job to make you happy. And you’re not happy.”“I’m not happy because I nearly turned into as big a monster as those guys in the society. And because I’ve probably lost Matt now.”“Sophie, as a genie, I am bound to be honest to you. You may have given me the freedom to step away from this, but I. ”Then I hang up the phone and fight my way out of bed. I have the sheets wrapped around me four fucking times, but after I free myself I head into the shower. I crank up the hot water, slip off my underwear and step into a damn hot shower. I let the water flow over my body, and no sooner begin to relax when someone starts to bang on the door. I bellow, “I’m in the fucking shower and will be out when I’m done. Now leave me the fuck alone...”Mira occulates me and inquires, “My sister Ira, I do. Get to know somebody before judging them. My name is Alia Al-Shariff. I'm a six-foot-tall, curvy and big-bottomed young Arabian woman of African and Iranian descent living in the City of Ottawa, Province of Ontario. And I am a Dominatrix. So much for the stereotype that Arab women are all submissive and meek.I was born in the United Arab Emirates on the first day of January 1987. At the time of this story, I was twenty three years old. I'm currently studying business administration at Carleton. .. not if she wanted to stay in a good mood.She slipped off her extravagant diamond ring, put it in her jewelry box, and slipped on her wedding band. It was gorgeous and expensive but not ostentatious.Country Night was her escape from being the dutiful, elegant society woman Daniel needed to advance from senior partner to named parter. Even worse than corporate events, she escaped the political events needed to support her clients. No, Thursday nights were hers.Daniel certainly enjoyed his.