" Goll-ee. I've never modeled before." The idea actually thrilled me. I wondered what this old body might appear in an artist's vision."Let me sketch,...okay. Just a few minutes, I promise. Okay with you, baby?" I loved his accent. "Bayyyy-bee." He ran over to his cart. "Let's go inside."We collected our stuff and went inside. The air conditioning hit us like an Alaskan breeze. Melissa's nipples popped out. She ran directly into the shower and turned it on. "Come in here!"Standing next to her as. ‘But, I have no title, no home, no money. This is why I cannot make any contact with her, your majesty if you understand.’ ‘The hell you can’t son, you are like my son, I took care of you before you could even speak and isn’t this your home?’ He spread his arms out and Bayard looked around and sigh. ‘No my lord, I want a home for my own, and at the very least I want her to be happy with a title and dress in the richest clothing..’ The king sighed and he saw that Bayard was stressed and was. " The U.S. Ambassador is that important?" she asked."No. We are no more important than a number of other countries who buy their oil. The Kobekistanis know we need them more than they need us. The problem is, with respect ma'am, that you are a woman. The Emir has declared you to be a man in Kobekistani law, but there will be a Kobekistani military escort everywhere you go, to protect you." What in hell are they to protect me from?" she was getting angry."No respectable women are ever seen on. FourAt last, I had arrived at the doorway. I felt so very weak, so vulnerable, so effeminated. The thing that really amazed me though, was how much liked those feelings. This was an entirely new reality for me. I liked feeling weak, and I liked feeling dainty and vulnerable. I also liked thinking that I looked pretty to. I knew that looking pretty was something that only girls were supposed to like to feel, but I liked the way that it felt. It made me feel ever so feminine, and I loved it. I.