Don's eyes slowly cleared from the blinding flash. He opened his eyes, and stared, startled. Carefully, he turned his head, looking around him, scar...ely believing what his eyes saw. He was still in the throne room. But it was darker, and a light fog clung to the floor. He turned his whole body, taking in the bewildering scene. And stopped when he faced what looked to be an altar.Atop the altar, a vision of lovliness appeared, an Egyptian woman of stunning beauty. Her long dark hair framed. Suddenly she was bathed in camera light and a microphone hovered on a boon above her head. ‘Young lady, what’s your name?’ ‘Satin Jones.’ ‘No I mean your real name.’ ‘Shove off you jerk. I was named Satin Jones within an hour of my birth.’ In Orion Film’s studio a mile away the woman watching the monitor called, ‘Rebecca quickly, take a look at this.’ Rebecca came running and shrieked, ‘Omigod’ and grabbed her phone. The sidewalk interviewer apologized, and said, ‘Who do you think will win our. Unreal. He reached down and gripped the back of her thighs, lifting her with ease so her legs wrapped around his waist. His right hand gripped her hip tightly with his fingers, his left hand was planted flat against the tile as he slid himself inside her. She instant felt the dizzy feeling of desire, the power he had over her was unquestionable. He pushed himself deep inside her and couldn’t help a groan escaping his lips. She gasped, the sound of his pleasure driving her wild, and for a few. Rifles were cracking all along the line now, as the German soldiers dived for cover and started to return fire. He put his rifle down to look through the binoculars. The Uhlans had hastily moved behind a hump in the slope that hid them from view. Looking towards the ford, he saw it was now empty, a few bodies drifty slowly downstream, while four rider less horses galloped along the riverside. Switching to Sultar’s position he saw some of the Ghurkhas using their kukri’s to dig shallow rifle.