" He saw his dad coming around the car and split, his belly tightening. Sure, he thought, it all seemed very logical and simple, but what if his old m...n blew his cork? Dad might figure it was fine for him to stick his daughter, but he might not want his boy sticking his wife.Back in the house, he saw his mother and Jean Marks cleaning up the remains of breakfast, and heard the dishwasher going. This kind of thing could turn a worried guy into a juice head, he decided, but voted against a beer. Why had I made such a brazen boast? How was I going to save face? There was no way my cock was going to come to my rescue. I expected to hear the toilet flush, and the shower start. That would get me off the hook, wouldn't it?Just in case she put me to the test, I got another condom out of the bedside stand, and thought of the sexiest girls at school. The image of Megan's naked body came to mind. The way she'd squatted down in search of her diaphragm was my all-time sexual memory. Megan let me. "She was so damn cute and I was pleased that in spite of her sweet innocence, she responded to my bold provocative words so positively. She was so very unspoiled. She didn't show any fear and it was obvious to me that she was unfamiliar with sex and knew very little about it, but was eager to find out. Perfect, I thought, she wants to know and so she will.Then I chided her."I suppose you are probably still a virgin. You never had sex with a boy, did you?"She blushed again and looked so. He saw this competition as a way of divesting himself of one, and into the Golden Palace at that. Naturally the Emir had glanced through the rejected entries and was taken with the serene beauty of the head and shoulders picture of Abu Yahya's daughter. The reasons for her rejection were explained to him, and he agreed that a woman of such a poor family could not be allowed to compete for such an illustrious prize.A couple of days later, he ordered Maktum to take him to the house of Abu Yahya..