Or hooked you up to the laptop in Iraq,or the time I left you during that fucking mortar attack.I've had you in shitholes where things weren't so nice...Or when we partied in Dubai with women, drinks and ice.We froze together out on the Khyber Pass,as you kept entertaining my frostbitten ass.Or the time we drove with the diplomat from DoD?That weak moron shit that persistently had to pee?You played many things and many a mellow track...translators now sing Sinatra tunes deep in Iraq.With. I did have a hard on and it was obvious. He said come on. Please. I was horny and I had to admit he was cute. He said we could pull into the warehouse lot across the street, nobody will bother us. I glanced at his cock which was now sticking out the end of his shorts. I said why don't you go in there. he said they wont let me. I didn't want to know. I said OK, I'll meet ya there. he said OK and off he went. I was nervous and wanted to back out. I figured I cant use the flat tire excuse anymore.. Problems," I was fighting those darn weights."What sorta problems? ... Keep them arms straight, no bouncing ... Slow it down." Yes sir," I focused on doing the weights the way I supposed to do them. "Girl problems." Girl problems?" Coach laughed. "Okay, I know a damn sight more about BDSM than I do about girls, Russet." I got a girlfriend and she wants me to tell her everything," I was done with my sets and I sat up, panting a little. "Like what to do and what to wear, everything. She says. ”“Oh,” was all Nicola/Aludra could say for the moment as the nurse left the room.Then she remembered the “good or bad thing” comment, and wished she had asked about it.Some days later in the harem a bemused Nicola was discussing this with the Emir’s mother.“Of course you are a Princess, and your name means ‘virgin’,” said Zub, “Your son, Prince Ghasaan, has a very old Arab name of which I do not know the meaning.”“Does he have a British name?”“I expect you can call him what you like, but.