His office was masculine and cozy and smelled like the potted ferns in the two corners to either side of the bay window. The floor to ceiling mahogany...bookshelves along the wall to my right were filled with leather bound medical texts, manuals and workbooks, a hardback of the DSM-IV, and the yellow paperback edition of Feeling Good, almost identical to the barely read copy I gave away to another patient in my last outpatient group therapy. There was a long leather couch along the wall to my. I quickly looked away and followed my husband through the curtain into the booth area.We walked down the one aisle until we came to some booths we knew had glory holes and I went in mine and my husband went in his. I gave a quick look around the booth just making sure it was clean enough for me to sit on the small bench, then dropped tokens into the player. Just then my husband said he needed to go to the bathroom first and would be back soon. I was annoyed a little bit, why couldn't he have. ’ ‘There will be other visits to Jerash. Next you must see Petra in the south, though. That’s the ultimate tourist destination in Jordan. But if I don’t get you back for the Fulbright scholarship interviews this afternoon, the ambassador will have my hide—or the DCM will. Mary Hendricks cracks the whip harder than the ambassador does.’ ‘She’s certainly a dragon lady, isn’t she? Wish she’d crack a smile now and again.’ It was only when they were away from the embassy that they felt comfortable. With the implied threat ofreplacing the gag, Linda thanked her for the drink and Mistress tuckedthe gag into a saddle bag.At noon the ladies ended up in a clearing by a lake having had the trailsto themselves. Linda was relieved to see that a mounting ledge was builtnear a small campsite. With Mistress Jane's assistance she was able todismount. The ladies sat in the shade while the horses grazed and theyenjoyed the view and food.Following lunch Jane decided to have a conversation about.