” We spotted a really big mansion, with pillars in front of the door. That’s always a good sign. We rang the bell, which seemed unnecessarily lou... and were shortly greeted by a guy in his cardigan and sporting a thick mouse-like moustache. He looked like a retired Army colonel or something. We explained the situation and he showed us around the back, where his garden was a bit messy more than anything, due to the efforts of his grandchildren. He was a kind, avuncular old man. He made us a. Well, lets just say a little farther to the south than you'd normally expect to find them.As he groused and grumbled about women fucking up the family business, I came around his desk and knelt in front of him. I suppose he must have been accustomed to a certain amount of grovelling from his other employees, because he didn't act as if he thought that was strange... at least not until I reached up and started unzipping his fly."What the hell are you doing now, Sarah?" he roared."The girls in. ’ Idriss nodded and had to admit his Lord was right. ‘She will be happy now she is free again and at home with her family. At least I could give her that.’ So Idriss made sure the Sheikh would be in time for the audiences and then packed his stuff and left the palace. -******- A few days earlier ‘Beautiful,’ he heard a woman say in Arabic from behind his back. The young dark man stopped sketching the carvings on the portal of the old Norman village church and turned around to see the. This was more the Aidan she knew.“I know why I didn’t greet Vicky’s idea with rapture, and I want you to know why as well. As they say in the movies, it’s not you, it’s me.“I was born about ten miles from this flat, I was brought up here and went to University here. I even did my accountancy training in Manchester. Vicky and I started our business here because she too had been to university here and we both felt at home here even though she was brought up in London.“So you see, I’m a local boy.