‘Oh what am I to do,’ she sobbed desperately into her pillow. All Ava knew was that this Mendoza, a well travelled Navigator for the Spanish Fleet...was at least 17 years her senior, and the only life he knew was the sea. She assumed he was old fashioned, orderly and boring. She had pictured him to be greying haired, wrinkly and totally un-passionate about anything else but himself. How dare they arrange a marriage, she thought. ‘if only my mother were here too see this,’ Ava whispered. .."We've been married for more than..."Yes, my darling Mark is so handsome in a tux..."Oh, these pearls are really nothing... (she elbowed me pretty hard when she was asked about the pearls)So we circulated around the ballroom, meeting and greeting, at least she was meeting and greeting people, because I only knew a few of them. But I played along as well, smiling and saying all of the things that a spouse is supposed to say.We were seated, and I seem to vaguely remember that the meal was. I wanted to lose my virginity and my junk in the same night, but I wasn’t ready for it. I…took the easy way out and passed out. While I was out…he cut everything, including the layers of skin. Destroyed every nerve ending he could find.”I shivered. I had come close to taking the out as well.“Drink me now?”I nodded and pressed my lips to his hole. I assumed it had been surgically relocated lower to help him piss normally. It was at a very convenient spot for pissing into someone’s mouth if they. ‘What do you mean?’ said Arram. ‘Who are you?’ ‘Haven’t you guessed?’ said the merchant, standing tall and winking. ‘I am Haroun al-Rashid.’ Arram’s jaw dropped. ‘You’re Haroun al-Rashid? Ruler of the city of Baghdad?’ ‘Is there any other Haroun al-Rashid?’ the man said, and laughed. ‘But that’s impossible!’ said Arram. ‘Is it?’ said the man (caliph?). ‘You said yourself that the caliph often disguises as an ordinary man and walks the streets. Even in Sicily they say so, yes?’ ‘But where is.