He couldn’t even answer that. Twenty minutes passed with him stumbling through interview questions that he had prepared for. He walked out feeling a...noyed and Amber was sitting at her desk directly outside the room he had come out of, smiling at him. “Did it go okay?” “No, it was shit.” He replied, he wanted to tell her why. “Oh, I hope it wasn’t me that distracted you. I saw the way you looked at me earlier.” Her voice dropped to a whisper, “The way you looked at me made me so wet.” ‘Shit’ he. “Hi, Daddy!” she said. “Is Mom home?” “Nope. She’s out at one of her book groups, with her gal-friends.” Jill ’s hopes soared: It was perfect—alone with her father. Now she did what she’d planned. She made her smile vanish and she put on a long, sad face. She sighed. “What’s the matter, baby girl?” asked her father, frowning with concern. “Oh, I’m… lonely, I guess,” she said in a small, sad voice. “Lonely? Don’t you have that boyfriend? What’s his name—Jack? Jock?” “Josh,” said Jill . “And. Defense attorney Ternner was just happy he didn't have to address it with such short notice so he agreed.For the next week the prosecutor laid out his case before the jury. He prosecuted all thirteen counts, some in a lot more detail than others, somewhat glossing over some, but touching each just enough for the jury to be able to make a logical decision on the count.The most damning charge from a "legal" perspective was the assault and attempted murder on the police officer. He saved that. Would she obey? Would the Emir want her? Would he want to allow it? His prick rose at the next thought; would he be allowed to watch?"Come on," urged Alima, "Be a sport." Princesses, you may tease me as much as you like. It is not my place to undertake such duties without the Emir's direct orders and I am sure you are aware of that." Aren't we pretty enough to tempt you?" asked Ayda."Certainly you are both very beautiful, but you are the Master's wives, and the matter ends there," he replied.He.