The latest romances, who was sleeping with whom, drug usage, who was cute, who a slut, who they'd like to try, all that and more were the main topics ...f conversation when we met.So I wasn't surprised at the gossip my tablemates continued to provide. Over the next ten minutes I got the condensed life story of the student everyone called simply 'The Angel'.'Best math and science student in school''Biggest prick''Computer genius''Lives in the trailer park across the tracks (the one poor area in. Can I get a ride home?" She got into my car and shut the door. I gotin and we started to drive to her house across town. It was in one of the low income areas, as a waitressjob didn't pay very well."What the hell just happened? Why did he fire you?"She looked at me, and her face was a frown. "He caught me taking money from the register. Whatbusiness is it of yours?"I shrugged at her. "I was just wondering whats up. Why were you stealing from the register?" I had anidea already.She looked. It was, he knew, always permissible for a young Prince to be monopolised by an unmarried relative of an Ambassador.She, for her part, was captivated by his dashing good looks and obvious wealth and savoir faire. Dinner that evening was encouraged by her father, who saw considerable diplomatic advantage in having a family contact with the second in line for the throne of an oil-rich Emirate, quite apart from the 'problem' that Madeleine was becoming. A second dinner followed, then some skiing. .. and even Emily. I feel as if the genie has been let out of the bottle, sexually, and I can’t just put her back in now. My inner slut has been liberated. It tends to respond well to forceful, aggressive partners. I am willing to share as I hope to be shared, Matt. For keeps. For good. But the ball is in your court now ... yours and Emily’s. Well?” Nina announced.“Sorry, no. I’m just not cut out for this. It’s just ... not me. I’ve tried. I honestly shouldn’t have wasted your time and mine ....