Magical powers were limited and unevenly distributedamongst the population, so the general public had come to considercrimes in which magic was involv...d to be the most heinous crimes of all- and the law reflected that, granting wider powers to the FBM than toother crime-fighting agencies. For one of the few times in my life, Iwas sincerely happy that my Sensor abilities were not considered to bemagical talent."What can I do to help?" I asked, trying to remain calm and hoping theFBM agent. When she thought about it, she could not remember any men being in the harem precincts except the Emir.Then there was a young girl, perhaps her own age, but made up to look much younger. She looked oddly American in that she was wearing a white smock of fine muslin which reached down to her knees and was not in the least transparent. She had an air of total terror about her, with a determination not to show it which made an oddly endearing combination.The Emir came into the room from his. I just want your blessing first. Can you help me, Father Daniel, or what?" He said nothing for nearly thirty seconds, then forty-five, pondering the imponderables. He’d been unable to pick at the request from one angle, so he tried another. "Tell me who ‘he’ is, the man that’s going to be happy . . . and how he’ll be made happy." It was time for bombshell number one. "I’m going to give him my virginity." I heard him lean back on his bench attached to the wall in the opposite half-booth, and I. We're going to begin building my truck today."We went through the shower to wake up, and I didn't shave again. I wanted to have a week's worth of whiskers on my face, but it wouldn't look like a dirty face most guys have because my hair is so light. I was going to wear the wig, but decided to leave it off and told Peanut to leave hers too. She complained that all the women she met last night had nice haircuts and she wanted the same. I promised her that we would find a salon and get her hair.