"But you're so far away from me!" I whined.Cindy looked over her shoulder, "If you're a good boy, you will be rewarded."She returned to making a show ...f undressing. Her hands played with the waistband of her jeans. I heard the pop of a button and the sound of a zipper releasing, but I couldn't see anything other than the fine definition of her back muscles flexing as she slowly rocked her hips side to side.As she moved ever so seductively in front of me, her jeans began slowly to slip over the. "You will have respect in the harem as a Princess and as the Emir's daughter." That will not be respect for me. That will be fear, the fear of my father who commands that I should have it. That is not what I want," raising her voice, she continued, "I want to be respected for myself." Only men are respected for themselves in that horrible place," Jaida said her voice unmistakably shaking."That's no good to me! I am not a man! What other way is there?"Impatient to get the information she wanted,. There’s a spot there that’s a little higher off the water. I thought we could build a walkway going out to two units that would have a view of water rather than the island.”“I’ve seen pictures of places like that in Tahiti and I think they’re totally cool,” Shelly bubbled.“So,” David told them, “we have eighteen spots for our cabins and two more for bungalows on the water. What I’d like to do now is mark the locations on the map. I suggest that the men tour the island again to mark the map. Whatever that thingabob’s called.”“iPlayer, Nan,” Art grinned. Nan wasn’t good with technical terminology, despite her computer maintenance skills. He had to admit, she was a whizz repairing the old PC that Dad always promised to fix but never did. She’d even upgraded its operating system, RAM and video card to run the latest games. Brilliant was Nan, but knew nothing about tuning TVs or the DVD. Perhaps she’ll do a TV course next year; she did several courses at once: keeping her brain.