Her King pulled himself away from her lips, stepping back slightly to allow just enough space to see her fully. With one simple motion he brushed the ...abric from her skin, watching greedily as it pooled around her feet on the floor. Eleanor fought the urge to cover herself. She had studied the man in front of her for a long time. Being a part of his court for over a year now, she knew he was drawn to confidence. He was drawn to fire and passion. She lifted her head, shaking her hair slowly. "Look we can have all this sorted and you and your husband on theaircraft." He paused, "the last aircraft out of here."Zo? looked to her husband tied to a chair gag in his mouth his eyes lookingfrantic. She could hear voices outside, the whole world seemed to want to leavebut she was trapped inside this windowless room. The little man saw herconfusing and continued."Which brings me back to my question? Are you a bitch?"Zo? just looked at him nervously her face perplexed then eyes searching. "Yes, Miss Helen," I replied.I walked down the hallway and answered the door. It was Susan. Shesmiled mischievously."Ah Magda! I see you've made yourself at home!" she teased.I gritted my teeth. "What are you playing at?!" I said quietly."Oh come on," she said, brushing an imaginary fleck of dust from mysleeve, "I bet you're having a whale of a time! Isn't this one of yourfantasies?"She had me there. I'd often talked about wanting to do this but hadnever plucked up the courage. She was. " Hey!" the drunk objected, tilting his chair back from one leg to another, never quite losing his balance. "The barkeep's a friend of mine! Don't call him a pig!" Actually, I didn't." Somehow I got the distinct impression that she had called for the Headsman to silence less offensive louts. "I called YOU a pig. The barkeep may take his place as the swineherd."Somehow, even through my wine-muddled senses, I got the impression that something just wasn't right about this. Several questions came.