My accent strange to the ears of those used to an Australian twang. I settled in fast, made friends, fought of the advances of every boy in class. The... had all grown up together, fresh meat was rare and with my city clothes and reckless attitude I guess I was seen as wild and exciting. It was Gretal that caught my attention though. She was everything I could never be. Blond, blue eyed, tan and busty in stark contrast to my jet black hair , soulful brown eyes and petite figure. She was no dumb. "Er, I'm looking for a corset. Something quite... exotic. It's for a fancy dress party, you see." For your wife?"I looked him straight in the face and tried to retain a deadpan expression. "No, actually it's for me."The manager's smile broadened. "I see. Well first we'll need to take one or two measurements." So saying he passed a linen tape measure around my hips and then checked my waist size. He was very close now and I caught the hint of an expensive women's cologne. "Did sir have any. “Who is she?”“Ayishah,” he said. “I ... engaged her services. For you. I know your ... appetites.”“She’s a hooker?” I blurted out before I remembered my diplomacy. I was just so ... off-balanced by her youthful presence.“No, no, prostitution is illegal in the Kingdom,” he said. “She’s my wife. A ... pleasure marriage. What we call a nikah mut’ah.”“She’s your wife and ... you want me to ... But I thought... ?”“No, no, she’s my temporary wife. When her services are complete, I will divorce her. As she went to fix a cup of coffee, she noticedthe two horses."Greg, where did you get this other one?" She asked. "Well, there goesthat idea," Greg thought."I thought you might have gotten them," Greg replied."No, I went to sleep after trying for two hours to glue your horse backtogether," his mom countered. "No matter what I did, the pieces wouldn'tstay. So I just left it." Then where did the other piece come from?" Greg argued. His mom simplyshrugged her shoulders. Just then the telephone.