She had scented herself with her currently favoured perfume, Poison. Her fingernails and toenails were painted a rich, dark red. Her lipstick matched ...his tone. Her hair was currently cut to shoulder length and she’d left it loose so that it would swing in time with the slight flounce of her hemline. She had looked in the mirror and thought, “I look very sexy.” She did. When she was dressing earlier she had had hot thoughts about what she might do after dinner. She was in a city she. I send you the information about what you need to bring. I tell you to plan on being naked for most of the time we are there. I explain I will be vending paddles, floggers and other fetish items I make and that you will be my model as well as using you to demonstrate the products on. I also inform you that there are a number of classes and other events happening that I feel you will enjoy.The day arrives and we meet at the prearranged place. I throw your bag into the back of the van and smile. "The Emir went wild with glee, "Got you. For the first time ever, I've asked for somewhere you don't know. Go across Butt Bridge, turn left into Gardiner Street and left again into Talbot Street. Then you'll see it."Maktum drove off without comment. He made a mental note to ask if anyone else in the party knew anything about the Emir's previous visit to Dublin years earlier.When they reached the Celt, the Emir got out of the car and said, "Now vanish for three hours. I'll be perfectly safe. Couldn't she get one good kid? Just one? Was she that lousy asa mother? Was it this stupid town? Was it Jerry, her ex-husband? Did hehave lousy DNA?Gregory had aged her 20 years with his shenanigans. And now Mikey. Whatis it about teenagers? They had both been pretty good pre-teens, sweetand attentive and fun. But then nature's chemicals began to coursethrough their bloodstreams, and they became young thugs at large.Smoking? Stealing? Cheating? Vandalism? Bullying? Fighting? Swearing?You could.