She’s hardly ever home the same time I am.’ He left it at that. No mention of anyone else. No father, no siblings. He switched on a table lamp and...plopped down on the sofa. He patted the seat next to him as he reached for the television remote. I folded my coat and placed it on the floor and then sat down beside him. He reached behind me and put his hand on my hip, pulling me closer. I placed my right hand on his thigh. I immediately knew something was coming. This time I was prepared for it. I. The Ambassador's wife tried to speak to him, but naturally he ignored her, thinking the Ambassador should have trained her better. The idea that a Kobekistani woman, Western born or not, should attempt to speak to any man, let alone the Emir, when she had not been spoken to, was really such bad manners.At the college, he was the subject of many different reactions; wearing the suit he had worn some two months earlier when he left the college, he was greeted by the porter with a familiar, "Good. She seemed really nice when she called me back - low, sexy voice and a nice, easy laugh. She didn't tell me a lot about herself, but did say our get togethers would have to be during the middle of the day and could only last a couple of hours due to 'other committments' she had. She didn't offer a reason and I didn't pry.The first time she arrived at my door looking like the prototypical street hooker. You know, red tube top, short black skirt, fishnet stockings, hair teased, lots of makeup,. He then would pull up the maiden-goddess' dress, remove his trousers and ritually deflower the maiden before him. When he had done so, he would remove his penis from her and show the cheering assembly the blood of her maidenhead on his erection. Then, he would re-enter her and fornicate with her until he climaxed, symbolically sowing his seed into the goddess. Being the High Priest had certain perquisites.On more than one occasion, the daughter of the High Priest had herself been chosen by lot.