He was in a suit. She in a long gold sheaf dress, her hair arranged in a sophisticated style atop her head. They embraced at the door. I took a quick ...eek inside her mind, eager to see what she had planned for the evening.The Aphrodite-like image of her sexual avatar was all ready in control of her mind. I let the situation develop on its own, watching her give her date a long, deep French kiss. Going "upstairs" in her mind, I looked in on her recent memories. She had been more sexually aroused. But she then backed away, cursing.“Dammit. I’m...” She lunged off the bed and grabbed the chamber pot, barely in time.I found a cloth, then wet it and helped her wipe her face. “Here, rinse your mouth and spit.” She took a mouthful of the wine and did just that. “Feel better?”“Now I do, in more ways than one. Seems like every time I wake up for the last few days I have to do that. The priests have said it’s normal, mine just hit a little earlier than usual is all. But that sure killed any mood. ” I said, working to cover up whatever Marsha might have observed. “I just don’t know if she’s the right girl for Phil.”“Oh come on, Harry! She’s absolutely stunning, as sweet as honey, tall and strong and hard working. What don’t you think is right?”I grumbled something insensible and rolled onto my pillow.“I’m looking forward to the wedding.” Marsha continued as she turned off the light. “I want you to get a new suit, and I’m going to have that face lift.”“How could you accept?!” I demanded. "Kamal Qumsiyeh, the Head of Protocol nodded his reluctant agreement with Ghada Baroud, the Advisor on Foreign Affairs. Both men feared for their jobs, and possibly for their lives. Open defiance of an absolute ruler such as the Emir is not generally a career enhancing move; on the contrary, it can often be life threatening. They looked over to General Mustapha, the Military Advisor for support, but he was much more diplomatic."Your triumphant entry into Tradagha, the capital of Tirfil, at the.