And the feeling was growing; it was almost a feeling of excited anticipation. Anticipation of what I wasn't sure!One particular morning, whilst sharin... coffee and chat, seemed to be the turning point. The sun was shining and the k**s were running in and out of the garden. Caroline's twin tub was slogging it's heart out with the pressure of the family's wash day. So hard was it working that it began it's weekly dance across the kitchen floor. With laughing eyes Caroline shouted to me to sit on. Her PC and laptop were fired up and she was transferring some photos from her camera to her PC. Ali has a gift for taking pictures, she sees things through a viewfinder that no one else has noticed and she can even make me look good in a photo, trust me that is no way an easy thing to do. “You got a USB stick Jo” she asked “I can transfer some of these onto if you want”? , “Yeah, in the pocket of my backpack” I replied as I skimmed though her latest batch of photo’s “Oh my god” she suddenly. This is the kind of place a man, he mused, could feel right at home in. Especially when sitting in one of the two plush chairs that look to be about the size of a car.The same voice he had heard before, yelled again, "Up here, you dolt!"There was a flight of stairs directly in front of him that had a strange perspective to it. Instead of getting narrower at the top, the steps appeared to get wider as they progressed upward. They looked as if they had been constructed upside down. But, as he. She made quite an attempt to get justice but he was very rich and influential person and the case was dismissed. Once she lost her virginity she planned to make quick money and through some contacts she came to Dubai. While narrating her story I could notice tears in her eyes. I felt sorry for her and put my hand on her back and console her.I told her that I am tired and want some rest, she took me to the bed, I took out out my shoes, she asked me to remove my shirt and trouser so that I will.