" My master asked where is she?" Maktum asked, lifting the man clear of the ground with one hand gripping his kameez."M-master, she ... she is at my h...me."Maktum dropped the man to the floor and then dragged him by the shoulder out to the Rolls."Fetch her, " he commanded, pushing the bewildered Kobekistani into the front passenger seat.Returning to the Emir, Maktum stood respectfully beside the door."Thank you, Maktum," said the Emir, dryly, "You anticipated my wishes perfectly."The Chief. Ideally she would specialise as an equine vetrinarian, but the course she was studying required practical knowledge of animals of all sorts, that included interacting with dogs of various breeds, or she would fail. It didn't leave Amy feeling well, her saving grace being that she was scheduled to take part in the 'Practical Interaction' module during the second semester, while she was still in her first.It was November, therefore she had about two months before practical classes would begin,. She was still frustrated about staying longer than she should have in the relationship. She had almost lost who she was with this man who brought her nothing but pain and grief for seven years. He told lies after lies and cheated so many times and she was sure there were times she didnt even know about. She often wondered what was wrong with her. Shaking off the reoccurring thoughts, she slowly climbed out of bed and headed for the shower. In the shower, she was just finishing up when she. That damn liquor breath again.Ten minutes later we were in the Midtown Tunnel, heading toward Queens and points east. I had been a little wobbly at first, but her late-model Buick rode steady as a tank."Over there. That'll lead you to the LIE." The what?" The Long Island Expressway. I can tell you haven't been in New York long. Don't worry, you're doing fine. You're a real gentleman, by the way. Not like my ex-husband, that lousy cheating bastard."She had snuggled up to me as I was squinting in.