She must be like me, oblivious to the world until she had her coffee. The busboy brought her a cup of coffee and glass of water. As she sipped it, I c...uld see her relax and sort of come alive. She was far more aware the next time she glanced around the room. Everything was fine until she saw me. Our eyes met and locked. I could see what appeared to be a shockwave pass through her body. I felt a similar shockwave pass though me.I had heard people talk about “The Thunderbolt”. They said some men. Easier than dressing, at least. Pain hampering every move in his hands and wrists, he managed to zip and button his heavy parka. A thick wool cap was forced over his head and ears, and he pulled the hood of his coat over it all. He eyed his boots with a malevolent glare, then bent down to force them over his numb feet.Lastly, the gloves. Using his teeth to aid his clumsy, frozen fingers, he pulled them on, grateful that the weak light from the electric lamp did not show him the ruin of his. A small tapestry infused by a design that depicted erotic accounts from a by gone era hung above the bed. ‘Just like a set in the movies, we should have worn costumes,’ Don said. ‘Yeah, you as some sheik and I’m you’re princess,’ she giggled. The dinner was a mix of European and Asian fare like the Szechwan Rack of Lamb, Braised Kai Lan with Coconut Pandan Sauce. The other is Crisp Fillet of Barramundi, Sweet Pepper Compote, Soya-ginger Beurre Blanc. Red and white wines were offered: Vouvray. The thought rather excited Rana. She'd been sad at first, having been forced to leave her family against her will, to come and serve as one of the Sultan's toys, but she knew that she was lucky, and that her family had been well-compensated, and even though her luck could turn at every moment she was determined to hang on to every bit of it.A knock on the door made her step away from the window. She'd never answered her own door before.'Yes?' she said hesitantly.'It's me, open up,' came the.