The knock on the door came as a shock, he was sitting in the chair towards the back of the room as I started to walk to the door dressed as before and...with my dressing gown tied, loosely I opened the door and the same young boy stood blushing in the corridor, I invited him in because with coffee they have to pour it, I stood the other side of the coffee table and bent down to move some magazines off the table to make room for the tray, I was aware that my dressing gown top had fallen open and. So I strolled along the sunniest path I had discovered so far. It led to one of the meadows. This one was on a shallow hill and bordered by a thick hedge. I had never ventured much further. Today I just stopped to sip at my coffee, then I walked on. The ground was soft under my feet, the long grass brushed my naked legs. Smiling I closed my eyes and turned my face towards the sun. It was good to be alive. It was good to feel the sun on my naked body. I could nearly forget everything around me. I could feel my face getting hot and red. I savored the feeling as I put on a pair of fleece pajama pants. "So here I am. In some strange guys house making him fullfill my fantasy..." I whispered to myself. I poured another glass of the cheap whiskey and downed it. This time it didn't burn as much. Feeling the "drunkeness" slowly rolling down my body, I turned off the lights and slid into the bed. With my back to the door, facing the wall, I closed my eyes and counted to 120. And right on time,. You run away the Bedouins will get you. You dawdle in your work, run off the beaten track or stay out too late, the Bedouins will get you. You misbehave too much master will give you to the Bedouins. Now here she was witnessing it first hand. She remembered the initial fear and then resignation in the poor girls face. Undoubtedly she would now be taken to another town and sold on the block or even worse kept to serve the Bedouins at one of their oasis. Jessica felt it was time to make haste.