Rachelcarefully broke one of the panes nearest the door knob,reached in, unlocked it and let her self in."Hello." She shouted. No answer. Apparently i... was as shethough no one home, but then she hadn't expected an answer.She methodically worked her way through the home. It was avery beautiful place with ornate furnishings andfacilities. The master bedroom was as big as her house andcontained a huge king sized bed. That was what she had beenlooking for.Rachel made her way back down to the garage. A short moment and a short walk later they were inside the prince’s pavilion, of course with guards nearby outside. Close enough to protect, but far enough for privacy. The pavilion was large. With the height of a full grown oak and the width of a Viking ship. The sounds of distant music snuck its way in but it was first time the prince Jaro and his lady were alone. He looked lustful at the girl standing before him who stared down into the floor, she avoided his gaze. ‘You are the most. Nahi rahi tha bolti thi ki mar tamana thi ki ki musalman ka land dekho or us sy coodo us ki ki sehali ney bataya tha ki musalmano land bahoot bada moota or taqatwar hoota hai to may ney us sey poocha kesa laga to boli ki bad may bataoo gi pehley kaam too pura kar loo phir may ney us ko sedha kiya us ki dono tangey khooli or aak tanng ko aapney right sholder par rakhi or aapney do pair ko aak dewar say laga liyey woh keh rahi the bus jadi aapna land meri choot may daloo may mey fooran hi land ko. “Five dollars for my coffee, Mister Carton, but that does include the tip,” she said.“Five dollars for a cup of coffee and that from my wife!” he said.“That’s what it would run you at a coffee shop these days, and it’s ex-wife,” she reminded him. He produced a five-dollar bill and she took it and headed into the kitchen.She returned in a minute and half with a cup of the black elixir. She set it on the coffee table in front of him.She recrossed the floor of the room and resumed her standing.