I drove to the other side of the field and the only way I could get her back into the van was to tell her that a car load of Turks was coming through ...he field after her. The rest of the night was spent with her naked in the van and me trying to calm her down. Finally, about daybreak, she seemed to wake up and asked me why she was naked inside the van. Another thing about T is she likes to fuck around and try and get away with it without you finding out about. Even though I told her it is. I thought to myself that this was one seriously fucked up dream!I woke slowly and fumbled around to find my phone on the bed next to me. I was naked, so I knew I didn't put myself to bed. I had thrashed around in the night, cause the bed was rumpled on both sides. The heat-reflecting moon-blanket was draped over the bed, so I guess I was cold.I tried to remember what happened after Arti picked me up from the mud. I knew I had staggered into the H2. I couldn't make out any details after that,. In the helicopter her sandals were waiting, so she eased off her riding boots and put them on.Back in the palace, he led her into a very comfortable sitting room where tea was laid, just like tea in Hastings. She took off her riding jacket, which was much too warm to wear indoors, and they ate in companionable silence. When they had finished they moved away from the table and a servant removed the tray. As they sat down on the large sofa, he let his right arm lie on the back behind her. He can’t see that I’m doing a little brow maintenance as he bangs on the shower glass, so he swings the door open – flooding the room and my mirror with steam. He has no clue, the randy jerk. “Why waste all this nice hot water – jump in – we’ll do our part to save the earth.” He blurts out, sprinkling my leg with droplets of clumsy come-on. “whaddya say, sexy?” I turn and give him my best “you’ve got to be kidding” look, and he persists with his all-too-familiar eyebrow-lift move. I.