The rest of the details about confusion, hope, anger etc., are in the story. Each of those images seemed to exist for no more than five seconds. Since...writing that story, I found that the seminal image for new tales almost always came the same way. It floated about two feet before my forehead, the top angling slightly toward then away from me. The image inside the 5×7 white frame often moved – like several frames from a movie – and repeated. Color or sepia, it was sometimes blurred and always. All this had been explained to the Emir before he ordered her to be brought into the harem anteroom for him to decide what was to happen to her."What am I to do with you?" he asked her, somewhat rhetorically."May I stay here, please, Your Majesty? I really have nowhere to go," Charlotte replied."I am aware of that," said the Emir, "Since the man you claim was your husband is being mourned back in England by another woman, Mary, who really is his wife." He loved me. He was going to divorce her. My arms justsank into her fleshy midriff as my face sank into her soft cleavage. I felt her pull meaway from the wall and cup both of my ass cheeks real tight with her hands. Soon Iwas laid on the floor and she was removing my clothes!Once I was undressed she flipped me over on my stomach and grabbed both of myass cheeks in her hands needing them like dough. It felt great but I was shockedbeyond belief when I felt her tongue swipe my asshole! Soon she was swabbing itall around and wiggling it. She was twenty-three and one-sixty-three centimetres tall. She was a contradiction, as her occupation and accent didn’t seem to match her looks. She could also drink the rest of the crew under the table and knew the dirtiest jokes.Bella Effie was the Engineer and she was also an excellent drive specialist. She was a cousin of Sheikh Rashid’s wife. While one-seventy centimetres tall, she was very slim. She was also a lot stronger than she looked. She was twenty-five and wore her straight black.