With your arms handcuffed behind your back and your ankles tied to the legs of the interrogation chair you are starting to think the situation is hope...ess as I tell you it is only going to get worse if you don’t tell the truth. ?You can lie all you want, but I already have enough evidence to take you to jail. Now tell me where it is.? I demand. But knowing it’s no use you just look down and whimper. ?Fine, if you won’t talk, I will just have to search you.? So I walk behind you and run my. Now I had James. I did know about his other girls. I even knew when he broke it off with them. He hadn’t been a monk waiting for me while I was away doing my training, but like my dad, he didn’t tell tales out of school.Dolores Hill was one lady he had been dating when I turned up back home. I learnt that she was the one doing the pursuing and James had been uncomfortable when she tried staking her claim at work. With fewer men to choose from and with him being a good-looking bloke, James was. It was kind of typical for a guy to say that wasn’t it?” she said agreeing with the other young clerk. Then she told herself, "But I wouldn’t mind it if he and I did get together and played around. I know. I know I’m married and all but heck, why not do it for the fun just this once?"Then she turned towards the other clerk and, wearing a straight face, she added “Yeah, I know what you mean. He was kind of acting like a loser wasn’t he?” She thought about me off and on all day long, she told me. Her abaya was taken from her and she was handed over to a white woman somewhat older than herself."Hullo, I'm known as Ayda here, who are you?" she asked the bemused newcomer."My name is Charlotte. You're English?" Yes. My English name was Diana but my husband renamed me when we married." What is this place, and who are all these?" asked Charlotte."The is the harem of His Magnificence, the Emir Mahmoud Abdullah, may he live for ever, my husband, and these are his wives and concubines," replied.