I said to myself – I’m not going to marry her or go out with her. Its pure sex. I took her inside onto my flat and bolted the door from inside. I ...sked her to relax for a while. I served her cold drink and then we started getting personal about our families. Her husband is a businessman who doesn’t care about her. Her life has become a routine with her kids. No thrills or excitement in her life. Hence, she needed friendship. Like me, She had also not slept the whole night thinking of me. I also. Particularly now,when I undressed in front of you and when you touched me. Is there somethingwrong with my body?" She smiled. "Your body is in perfect working order. It's just that you'rehorny as hell. You need some expert treatment. But for that it's better ifyou lie down." Outside there was a storm brewing. Dark rain clouds had gathered and Charlottehad to switch on the lights even though it was only mid-afternoon. She showedme to the bedroom and made me lie on her bed, then she took off her. They do like their soaps, though, because muslims are very, very, very, very, very, very fond of pointing fingers and going: ‘Ooooh look at her! She’s no better than she ought to be!’ Only in Arabic, obviously. But I digress.Gunther was clearly very busy, so he pointed us to a lounge and left us to our own devices. I find myself struggling to describe the interior of the ship, but I’m sure you can imagine the way these things are styled: anything that’s made of metal will be gold, or at least. And the very few times that she got away from the photo shoots, she was usually clubbing with a few friends. Lucky her that none of them had been with her the night before. Carter’s eyes instantly went to the beautiful peach-shaped bottom she had. A wonderful asset that she could work well in bed, judging by the ache in his loins that begged him to mount her and just have his way with her. But with the forboding reminder of her father rung in his head. ‘I’d rather screw your brains out…’ Carter.