The king banged on the table once for both to cease their noise.Stefan continued, "He wanted me put to death for slaying his priest in Marakand. When ...e failed at that gambit, he charged me with heresy." Yet you are here and not in his dungeon," the crowned prince remarked with amusement still in his voice. "How did you escape that charge?" I didn't escape the charge, sir; it was true. However, the High Priest doesn't pay his mercenaries enough, and the evidence went into the fireplace," Stefan. And we both heard Carl’s laugh through the wall. I was very tired and soon I passed out.A while later I felt Ana was sliding out of the bed and opening the door.Before I passed out again, I heard some laughter in the next room…The next afternoon; Carl and me came back early after meeting customers. Ana was sunning her curvy body by the pool and she asked Carl to rub some lotion on her back. He stood facing the pool as he worked the lotion into her toned body.Carl stared at me and he smiled with. I won’t look.I turned around, and she started dressing. After a couple of minutes she said:Mom: OK, I’m ready.I couldn’t control my happiness. I turned around and saw the most beautiful woman. My mom was wearing the saree with only her bra. She was wearing a black lace bra that pushed her boobs up. The shining black saree gave her the perfection needed.She looked like she was about to perform an item dance in a Bollywood song. She was that hot. I stared at her for so long without saying. She reached for me, but I was already caving in. As I fell to the floor, I heard Colleen, Rebecca, and some other voices but couldn't make out a thing they said.Of the next several hours I remember only bits and pieces. There was a loud blast, some gunfire, screaming, and brief flashes of light, accompanied by an occasional face peering into my eyes. At some point I was airlifted. I have a distinct memory of a black helicopter and some very large men, with very impressive guns standing guard.