And still the pain persisted, got stronger, more intense. He had seen Doctor Morris and at his request, the heart specialist, Doctor Bledsoe. EKG’s,...stress tests and laboratory work had ruled out a problem with his heart. And the pain grew stronger. More tests. And finally, yesterday, the oncologist’s report: It’s the big one. It’s in the pancreas but it has metastasized. It’s incurable. Three months without treatment, possibly up to six months with aggressive radioactive and chemotherapy.. Twice I heard the name Dominique used by male slaves who were being trained to satisfy the sexual needs of their betters.In the fog of my memory I recalled the woman who had been my wife. I remembered a soft golden glow of energy surrounding her. I could not recall her face except from my hazy memories of her selling me to Ra’fah that terrible morning.The raised glass.The chinking of the ice in the glass.The full lips that opened to drink and speak to my goddess.I did not hate her. I loved her.. He was in fact a fine figure of man although not exactlyhung like a bull. His mustache and beard were neatly trimmed and he allowedus to dress him well, although he resisted sumptuous garb. His fatalflaw was that he had nothing to do. The Grand Vizier, my first cousinon my mother's side and my second cousin on my father's side, did not botherSelim with the nasty details of government and insulated him from petitionerswho would only cause my husband upset. In reality, Selim seldom set. I ask her what she wants and she says to make me feel as good as she can. I can't stop thinking about her as a beautiful young woman with an incredible athletic body. She's thick in all the right places and the curves draw a lot of attention when she wears tight clothing. She happens to be wearing skin tight leggings that look like jeans but are just a thin layer of stretch fabric that leaves nothing to the imagination about her curves and what's underneath. I've seen her near naked most of her.