There was a turning point in my entire relationship with Banu. It was a gray November afternoon, and i was sitting and reading something boring.. when...i heard anklet sounds off the steps.. I knew it was her. I continued to keep reading, but eye roamed to her entrance. I was sitting in one corner of the terrace, she didnt notice me i guess.. Well what i saw.. Made my Jaw drop and my dick raise full 90 degrees..Her entire figure was wet from washing clothes.. Her long hair dripping water.. Her. During this time her husband, Ernesto Paphardi, was methodically searching for anyone who answered her description. From the note left in their honeymoon suite he knew she had been taken as a revenge matter by Kâtip al-Baghdadi, whom he had swindled. That being so he was convinced they had not killed her. If killing were intended her body would have been left in the hotel suite, after she had been ravaged and disfigured, naturally, but the body would have been there. Most likely Kâtip. They hit three days later and I almost missed them. They’d gotten smart and hired three renegade Indians. I was watching from the ridge, staring at a cloud of dust and wondering how many they were when I felt more than heard something. I didn’t stop to think and rolled to the left. An arrow hit the rock where I was lying and the archer, seeing he missed, had dropped his bow and was trying to get his rifle to bear. I hit him three times the last in his head as he was falling. Another rose up. Well... you looked... quite nice” she repliedI paused for a second thinking about what she had just said, noticing that my juices were freely running down my leg and that she was blushing.“Don’t be embarrassed” I said, sitting down next to her.Then I did something that actually shocked me, I whispered into her ear “Would you like to see again?” At that moment I expected her to get up and leave but all she did was - nodding her head slightly - give me her silent permission. I got up off the sofa.