“Good! You’re now my third wife ... and Queen of Libya. The rest of the world can deal with it! Samira al-Said-Drake has a nice ring to it, right?...Oh, and I’ve now added a middle name. I am now Francis Ruiz Soyon al-Said Drake. As I take wives, I will add their surnames among my middle names as a gesture of affection. Long live Queen Samira I of Libya! Long may she reign!” I announced, watching Samira’s grey eyes dance with delight as she realized that she was now a monarch as well as my latest. If this was to be a coronation ceremony, then I was still the queen. She grumbled and growled her way down the winding staircase, and finally walked hastily past me before we reached the throne room’s atrium. There were two people waiting for me there. Certiok Terdini gazed upon me with comingled loathing and satisfaction, and Drake Titus simply looked upon me with pity. “You look so pale and sickly, Your Highness.” Titus said. “Even after everything, you still call me ‘Your Highness?’” “But. “I may marry that girl some day, but that won’t happen until I find out how she handles getting paddled.”“Say what?” I asked, incredulous. Mind-mannered Bill, turning April the debutante over his knee?“Her parents spoiled her rotten. I told her when she asked me out that I wouldn’t put up with whining, and she agreed.”“Holy shit, dude! You got this whole other secret life I don’t even know about! Bill, the shrew tamer!”“Fuck you, Leo!” he said with a smile.“No, I’m serious. I was impressed. You. The first afternoon, when we arrived at the beach, I noticed that several white women were sunbathing totally nude. I was practically naked with my green lime thong and I could see that the local black men were getting quite an eyeful of my body as we walked by.After a full hour in the sun we went to a beach bar for a drink. We were on our second round when a very large black guy and his friends came up behind us. He introduced himself as Tom and we chatted for a while.Suddenly the black guy.