He could be persuasive too but he didn't want to comedown too hard on her.There were times when the elder Princess Nafiya wished that she were aman. B...t only some times, she was glad that she wasn't born like that.She was glad she was a woman. She couldn't stand men. She hated nownarrow minded and bigoted men were. She thanked Allah that she was awoman with the insight and intelligence a woman possesses.As he was in his lavishly adorned bedroom thinking about his lot in life,his door flew open.. ”I smiled and patted him on the shoulder, “Great. I need to talk to you, too. I’ve had a busy week and I still have much I need to do. Some of which I’d like your input on.”He choked out a chuckle, “I just hope you’re still smiling when I tell you what’s on my mind.”“Not going to be a problem. Let’s take a stroll out to the nearest bar and get us a drink? I think we can fend for ourselves for a while. Everyone knows how to get ahold of me if they need us.”He looked back at Sarah, who blew him a. Jaimie shrugged noncommittally, "We haven't really seen each othersince we got back." Oh, I'm sorry," Jeri said and gave Jaimie a squeeze on the knee.Jaimie reached out patted her hand and then looked up and flashed Jeria smile of thanks."You said something about a library?" Lisa asked."Well it's not really a library, more like an information center,"Jaimie said."What did you find there?" Lisa asked."Maps, history, medical and some starship information," Jaimie said,"Do you want to see some of. But when she turned her head around to look at him as he stood a yard or so away from her, he now noticed that she wasn’t a young lass at all. She wasn’t old exactly. Well, younger than his Mam which was Paul’s benchmark of middle-age, but not that many years younger. Maturity had made her breasts pendulous, her arms thicker than the stick-thinness of a younger woman’s arm, and her stomach less flat. In fact, she might even have had lines on her face, but Paul couldn’t be sure in the shadow of.