Finally we had paradise in hell, that’s what the worker painted above the serving hatch. “Paradise” with a picture of a bacon roll and a mug of ...ea. The ex-pat had put up a sign prices and opening hours, but nobody ever saw it close when ops were running. Day of night we could get a little bite of paradise, a bacon roll and a mug of tea.It was always clean, always neat, always open. The worker was a local, we never knew his name, the ex-pat called him ‘raghead’. All on his own, day or night, he. In comparison to her delighted little squeals and his caveman grunting I was silent, almost unable to breathe. With an inclination of his head he ordered me round to where he stood and whilst I did so he made his girlfriend gasp by withdrawing his erection from her bum. Watching closely, I saw a name tattooed on her bum in cursive script – Vikki – and assumed it was her name. It was then also I realised he’d been applying a condom, not simply wanking over his girlfriend’s bum. Vikki jumped up. "Shall we go inside?" asked the Emir."My house is not worthy to receive my Master, may he live for ever," protested the kneeling figure, but the Emir ignored him and strode into the house.When Abu Yahya had followed him in, the Emir asked, "You entered Samia in the competition for Special Concubine to the Emir?" Master, it is so. Is the Master offended at my presumption?" Only mildly so, but she cannot possibly be allowed to compete. However, it gave me some small degree of pleasure to see her. Jack and the Raiders were flying in sometime mid-afternoon and would be at the hotel by 1600 or so. Well, they’d be there by four. Kelly still teased me about my use of military time, but it worked well with the different shifts I occasionally worked. He’d call when they were checked in.That call came at about four-thirty, to my cell phone. “We’re here”, he said.“Great! Want to go out or something?” I asked.He laughed. “It doesn’t really work that way. You’ll need to come here. Go down to the.