I was at my desk before seven o’clock, working flat out on the final paperwork and the last few points of clarification. Our clients were due to arr...ve after lunch and the afternoon was to be filled with meetings at all levels. I had to mediate several times between the two parties during the day – there was considerable mistrust of the Turks generally and Mr. Pamuk in particular by the EU contingent - but by five o‘clock all seemed to be going well.By six, I was able to tell my clerical staff. He grabbed my neck and dragged me across the bed towards him. He pulled me across his lap.The filthy bastard pushed my head down towards the floor, so that my face was touching the carpet and my ass exposed up in the air.He then began to smack my buttocks with his heavy dark hand.I pleaded with him, begging for mercy, as I felt his hand falling down and slapping hard my naked ass cheeks.At the sound of all this commotion, another three black guys walked in the bedroom. They laughed at the sight. Honestly, I don't know how these people have gotten by so long, whatwith all the back stabbing, spying and shaky loyalties. I like havingmy feet on solid ground. Know who you can trust, know your job, do yourjob, go home. Uncertainty gnaws away at discipline.It's good to see that my men are on alert when I pass through eachlevel of security around the Queen. As usual, she's alone when in herprivate area of the stables. I have to steel myself before opening thatlast door. Locking my eyes. There was nobody there. I was anxious that we had exceeded out time and Ellen had left us behind. Rose and I roamed around the picnic area looking for them but to no avail, we could not find them.We sat down at one of the benches and started to think through what had just happen. From the other side of the picnic area we saw a silhouette walking in our direction. Without delay, we crawled under the picnic table to hide. We kept our eyes peeled to see who was coming.Once the lights shone on.