She stumbled to the bathroom. Halfway there, the headache kicked in. By the time she reached the toilet she was nauseous as well. Her stomach made a f...w feeble attempts to expel its contents, but nothing came up. Becky swallowed a few aspirin, swearing that she would never get drunk again. She sat down on the toilet, relieved her bladder, and tried to remember what had happened the night before. Clearly, she had embarrassed herself in front of Kate; she remembered the crying. She was still. " As I said, it is no business of yours what happens in my room when you are not in it," said the butler angrily, "And whom did the rumour suggest might have visited me?" The eunuchs seemed to think it was one of the Emir's wives, and not for the first time, either. Please be careful; just because the Emir had me, that doesn't mean you can have one of his women." You do not need to teach me palace protocol or good manners woman," her husband snarled, "Not unless you want some more of the riding. You had met Charles while indulging in your favourite pastime of looking on the Internet for interesting people, It was never your intention to meet anyone in person, just the thrill of contacting and chatting with people you would never have known otherwise. From the very first time you said,’Hi’ to Charles you had been attracted to him, first with the things you spoke about, then after a couple of months you exchanged photographs. You thought he was very handsome, and he said very nice things. Picking her up in his arms he carried her upstairs and while she greedily kissed him she felt his hand under her skirt warm against her panties. My God! she thought, his thumb was moving, brushing and smoothing her clitoris over her panties and for the first time in years felt her womanly juices stirring between her legs! He placed her gently on the bed. Her skirt had ridden-up and she was aware of the damp patch on the front of her knickers where his thumb had worked its magic and her heavy.