We stopped at a roadside stand to pick up a container of fresh lemonade and continued our jaunt for another ten minutes turning onto a dirt lane. Soon...a lovely crystal lake appeared. No one was around either. ‘Where is everyone?’ I asked. ‘It’s private property. No one is here.’ ‘Oh, I didn’t see any signs.’ I laughed and stretched. ‘It’s mine Marie. I own ten acres and this little pond is a part of my property. This is the back entrance. Come on, let’s see what your picnic lunch holds.’. The procession resumed with no further delay, and I filled Alquot in on what had happened while we marched to the temples.The very boring ceremonies were finally completed and we reformed the procession to return to the palace. Somebody with good sense had put more soldiers into the streets to act as guards, but nothing else happened as we returned home. Personally, I was very happy with that outcome, but I wondered who it was who was disappointed.We arrived back at the palace to great. He was at least 10-15 years older than her but he looked fairly fit and told her hat he worked on the oil rigs. On this particular friday night the pub was particularly quiet although he, James, was in as usual. He had yet again been flirting with her and had told her he was going back on the rigs for three weeks on the Sunday. She knew he wanted to have sex with her and she was thinking to herself perhaps this is the time to start fulfilling some of her fantasies. Since her marriage she had. The car arrived and the driver handed my husband a note I could see from the look on his face that all didn't seem right. I asked him what was wrong and he explained that the note had instructed him to decline dinner but I was still to still accept the invitation. I was shocked and said I wasn't going but my husband said if I refused he could well be in trouble. We were both scared as you hear stories and I was on the verge of tears. My husband tried to be positive and say its only a dinner.