TAKE ME... OH FOR P-PITY’S SAKE TAKE ME!”“Unforgivable behaviour,” said Madame Vesta.“Well... yes...”“MASTER... MASTER...” Julia was c...asping Quentin’s ankles in almost vice-like fashion, as if to indicate he and she could never be separated.“She will, of course, go on Report,” said Madame Vesta with steel in her voice.“Yes...” mused Quentin. “I think a really sound thrashing might meet the case...”Something of the enormity of what she had done just was beginning to get through to Julia. Also,. Do you just want to make a pass at me, or do you love me?"The Emir was somewhat surprised at this naïve reaction but gave the answer he knew she wanted, "I think I love you, and I would like to explore that possibility." And I think I love you too, so please explore," she said, lifting his other hand and placing it on her breast. Privately she thought, 'If the competition for his affections is the sixty or so almost naked women in the harem, I will have to be bold.'The Emir was much relieved. He looked at himself in the mirror and wondered if he should change. Something told him that she was comfortable with him as he was and there wasn’t any need to change his appearance. He walked into the bathroom and quickly brushed his teeth and combed his hair. He looked at his watch and realized it had been less than an hour since they had left the reception, less than an hour since she had kissed him on the cheek. He could feel the stirrings in his groin and hoped that he wouldn’t embarrass. It wasn’t anything she didn’t already know about, but it was a useful tool to identify and address the biggest issues that resulted from his audit. She saved the email in her personal account, then clicked the ‘reply’ button. ‘Thanks for the info. Nice email address.’ She wasn’t sure about the address comment. It was clearly a crossing of the boundary between her new, secret life and her old one. She clicked send before she could reconsider. It didn’t take long for Greg to reply. ‘You’re.