“ What’s in those drinks I asked Shilla? They are so strong.” “ Oh they don’t use measures here and it’s their own local brew.” After ... had drunk half of my drink I was beginning to feel a bit tipsy but in a most pleasant way. The music began and six waiters arrived on the dance floor. They formed a circle ,then putting their arms around each other’s shoulders, slowly began to dance to the music. Round and round they went bobbing up and down and getting faster and faster as the music. Her father's wife had, of course, remained in Paris. When the mother was returned to Ramzy ten years later at the end of the diplomat's posting to Kobekistan, little Zeinab was wholly trilingual in Kobekistani, French and English. Six years later, they were both still in the harem of Ramzy El-Najjar, mostly because Zeinab was quiet and timid, as was her mother. The blunt fact was that Ramzy El-Najjar had forgotten that Zeinab existed.Musing on a story he had heard recently, that the new Emir. Can you make it at ten o’clock?”“Yeah, I can make it at ten,” Jessica answered.“All right, I’ll see you at ten this Saturday at Starbucks on Peachtree,” Roger concluded.“See you then, Roger.” Jessica said, ending the call.Friday night, Roger picked up Cathy for dinner and dancing.During the drive over to the restaurant, Cathy asked, “Do you think we can go out on Saturday night next time?”Roger sighed.“Look, Cathy, so far I’ve been free on Friday nights. If we want to go out again and I’m free. It’s a little strange having these new things on my chest but truth be told, I love my breasts. They’re just so soft and warm I love touching them, and I know my Daddy does too. Underneath the button down shirt I had on a new bra, I hoped he’d like it. We drove to his place and the second we got into his apartment, where no one could see us, he led me into his office and pushed me up against the wall. “You look good today.” He whispered. “Thank you Daddy.” He put one hand on my ass and one up.