His wife, Miyu, seemed years younger. A pretty, petite brunette woman, looked to be of Japanese decent. I imagined she was his secretary before he lef... his wife for her or something. She laid topless on the chaise lounge. Her breasts still stood in perfect mounds topped with caramel peaks. Her bikini bottom was a tiny triangle held by string.Why was she even wearing one? I set down my things on the table between them. She turned her head to me.“My husband loved your profile pics. You make him. "Jane found that vaguely ominous, moreso when it was delivered in Jackson's quiet, deadpan voice."What exactly is it that your augments do, Jackson?" Jane asked. The only other person she knew who had a CPU in his head was Arthur, and Jackson acted very different. He wasn't charming or magnetic, he was simply ... solid. Solid and quiet, always unrattled, like a stone."Didn't your files fill you in Captain?" Jackson didn't seem offended or worried."They just said that you had them, and a little. Morrison to share in some of their holiday festivities. Experience the holidays in the French way, they said. I will send a full tentative itinerary that he can go over. Apparently, they have some pretty wild parties here, or, so I’ve been told. These French really know how to get tangled up in all matter of sins, but that’s not for a ladies ears.’ ‘Thank you Mr. Johnson, and thank you for your time. Have a good day.’ ‘You too, ma’am. Nice talking to you.’ I slammed down the phone, perhaps a. That would not have mattered to the Emir had she been any good in bed, but she was clearly unhappy sleeping with him. She seemed to think that love was a prerequisite of sex.Robinson had just finished serving dinner to the Emir and Princess Ayda and was about to take his leave of them when the Emir stopped him and said, "There is a woman in the Golden Palace harem you might care to have as a present from your grateful Master. She's five or six years younger than you, and is English. We captured.