As she was being prepared, she thought, 'It's just possible that English Arab bastard has relented and will keep me as one of his women. Wife is too m...ch to expect. Still, he's younger than the last one they tried to make me shag. If we had met back home I might have gone for him.'What she wasn't expecting was the medium sized crowd she found in the royal bedroom. The bath girls and the eunuchs she wasn't surprised by. It seemed normal now that it took half a dozen serving staff to do anything. She was standing right there, looking down at me."I know you're watching me," she said. "I could feel your eyes on me as soon as I walked into the cafe." Oh!" So haven't you got anything better to do than sit here all morning and check out the local talent?" No! I have to get back to work in a minute. But you have to admit, the local talent is particularly special."She dimpled when she smiled. Then she held up her hand to display a wedding ring."Sorry, love. I'm already taken," she said."Damn. I have a girlfriend." We're talking six months," Doc reminded me. "Are you thinking of backing out of the program?" No, that's not it, and particularly not since you've dangled Des Moine in front of me. That is a far more workable location than I had been thinking was possible. I think we could work around that." Would your girlfriend move with you?" I think we're getting close to that kind of commitment, but we're not there yet, and she's a very traditional girl from a very traditional family.. I had to be careful. If this place was as big as Hayden’s story suggested it was, then I could get lost. It wasn’t a cozy thought.“Can I help you?” asked a voice and I jumped.I quickly spun around to find the source of the voice, but didn’t see anyone. “Hello?” I said. My voice was timid.“Welcome to the vault, Lord Rosenbaum,” the disembodied voice said. “How may I be of service?”There was a slight accent to the voice. It made me think ‘British, upper crust.’ I looked up and down the hallway.