Dressed as she was in bib overalls and a pink eyelet shirt, Kayla almost looked like one of the many helpful kids dashing back and forth. Being only f...ve foot three, her height deceived many into mistaking her for a teen. The long, sable brown ponytail held high on the back of her head only added to the misleading image. Dark, thick eyelashes that laughed at the thought of mascara surrounded slightly tipped emerald eyes, smooth, pale skin splattered with freckles across her nose and cheeks.. " She stopped as he got up and came toward her."Béla," Jake said, softly, "I love you. I've always loved you. I don't mean to torture you like this..." Then don't!" she interrupted him. "Hit me, beat me, shoot me! Hell, I'd like that! But don't ... Just talk to me. Don't not talk to me..." Tears were running down her cheeks as she looked around the house."This is where you've mourned me for, how many years?" she asked him. "We need to get away from here. Do something together. Create something. On the right are three doors; two into the thirty feet wide and ninety feet deep entertainment area, one near each end of the room; the third is a function centre style kitchen at the eastern end, which also has a door into the main room. The entertainment room also has some toilets in the western end. The main residence in this building is the river side strip of seventy feet by ninety feet with its main access from the river side wall, but it also has a doorway into the entertainment area.. She did not have long to wait to find out; the Crown Prince Mustapha was sitting on the throne on the Emir's dais and standing behind him was Hameez. Elaheh remembered the times she had enjoyed being impaled on the huge negro's phallus, and thought she had treated him fairly. Why had he betrayed her?"Princess Elaheh, you stand charged with ordering the whipping of a female slave in a harem, being yourself a woman," intoned the Major Domo, "Who speaks as owner for this woman?"Before Elaheh could.