“The brunette, can you see what she is wearing?” From 500 feet away, I couldn’t unaided. But Leonard easily could.“Restraints and a chastity b...lt, what of it?”“Sydney broke her and tamed the Heroine to the bond. She craves her Mistress’s binding and attention. That woman is my husband’s student’s dedicated slave. Willing slave.”He snorted, “and the blonde?”“Look closely, Leonard. Does she look happy to be there? At the center of attention, bared breasts, hands bound, boots emulating a horse.. "I watched Eric pick up the knickers, bra, a pair of cheap bra enhancersand some opaque tights and head off into the bathroom. He was reallyturned on by this. It made you wonder really, and now that I look back inhindsight with the knowledge of what the police discovered in his flat,in his wardrobes, I suppose I was making his dream come true. I actuallylike the thought that the last time I ever saw my little brother, I wasmaking him happy. That comforts me a lot now that he's gone.When Eric. Tirfil shared a land border with Kobekistan which was ill-defined on the ground, as it ran through some of the most arid and almost trackless desert on the planet. The border was drawn formally on the map shortly after the First World War when oil was discovered beneath those deserts. A wise and far-seeing Emir had persuaded a Khan who eschewed all modernity that the line ran along a certain trade route, and as a sweetener, he allowed that the trade route was in Tirfil and not in Kobekistan,. We talked about a couple of regulars we had in common.“So my mom and some girls said that you are quite the ladies’ man?”“I don’t know what you mean.” I said, pretending to be insulted, “I declare, I’m a good and proper gentleman.”“My info is that you like to have fun with the various girls that come into your bar.”“Once again, lies and innuendos…My good name is being slandered,” I protested, smiling. “Who has been spreading these falsehoods?”“Well, I haven’t heard bad things. I was told to try.