But you don’t have to call me sir,” he smiled warmly.Rick scooped up fresh ice cream for three of the pies.“Thank you, S ... Rick,” I correcte... myself, nodding to him as Mandy followed me back to our table.Seeing Rick had silenced me. I walked back without saying so much as a word to poor Mandy, haunted by memories that began exactly a year earlier.I didn’t get much time to wallow. Mike wouldn’t allow it.“Why don’t I get ice cream?”“Derby pie. You don’t eat derby pie with ice cream,” I. Having not seen them in almost five years, Doris almost felt like she was meeting Grace's c***dren for the first time -- such was the degree to which they had grown up and matured. Amelie, the eldest, with her fiancé by her side, was a beautiful woman in her own right; Margot, the middle c***d, and in her mid-twenties, was equally lovely. But it was their youngest, Tristan, who truly caught Doris's eye. Tristan had been adopted from Easter Europe when he was a baby. Now eighteen, he had morphed. I never imagined it would be like that. No wonder you’re upset.’ ‘It’s not so much upset as confused. I was taken and enjoyed in ways I’d always dreamt of, ways I’d prayed for a man to possess me. Yet it wasn’t what I’d imagined. It was fine when I fantasised it, but as reality it was odious, although I still wanted it. Perhaps because I felt powerless to stop it – I had no choice but to submit. I’m no longer sure of what I want. . . . and now my mind tells me I should be satiated with sex,. When he finally returned to his own home he stormed into the harem demanding Selima's presence immediately."And don't bother to dress her up," he snarled at his eunuch.Dressed up, in Ramzy El-Najjar's harem meant adorned with lots of necklaces and bangles, bracelets and anklets; other than that the members of his harem went naked all the time. The number of ornaments a woman wore usually indicated her status in the harem and the new wife being ordered with none was an ominous portent for her..