Attracting women wasn't a problem for Prince Mohammed either. He had two wives, Nudara and Sara, and a concubine named Hasna. Nudara, first daughter o... another sheik, married Mohammed when they were both fourteen in an arrangement to bind the two sheikdoms together. She was smart, sincere, and tough enough to be the primary wife of a future ruler. Sara, the shy and sweet daughter of a wealthy, westernized Arab businessman, became his second wife when he was eighteen and she sixteen. They were. He casually put his gym bag in his locker and threw his towel over his shoulder as he turned and walked toward me and the empty showers. By the time I had my gear stowed he was a few feet form me and stopped to ask how my summer was going. I told him it was good and it was sort of nice for town to be so quiet and he agreed that he liked it too compared to how busy everything was during the school year. As he stood in front of me he was looking me up and down and commented that I was starting. " She must really love you as a friend if she came here, then." Us, you mean," Tina said with a giggle. "She's _our_ friend!"By the time I went home, I'd been in the hospital for almost sevenweeks. It was hard to believe that much time had passed. My brokenbones were mostly healed, and I could walk - a little - on my brokenleg, which was in a walking cast, but the doctors wanted me to usecrutches for a few more weeks. Tina and I both agreed that we hatedcrutches, especially since we had a. Music is floating through the air and my night clothes are laying on the king sided four poster mahogany bed. I’m not sure a pair of white stockings, white lace panties, white gloves and a white silk scarf qualifies as nightwear but that’s what’s on the bed. It’s been an interesting evening so far so I guess it doesn’t really surprise me. Sitting on the bench at the end of the bed I pick up one of the stockings and place the thumbs of each of my hands inside the stocking and start to bunch it.