“Why don’t you? I’d be very proud for you to have the same tattoos as me.”“On the same places?”“Of course,” Cathy smiled.“And us get...ing fucked by the tattoo guy?” Karen added.“We do have to thank him, don’t we?” They both laughed.“I’m not sure about the tattoo, but I’d sure take the fuck,” Karen smiled.“Karen, I can’t believe how young you look. I know you’re in your late forties, but you could pass for thirty easy.”“Why thank you, honey. I’m glad I don’t look my age, and I certainly don’t act. So other men are going to be attracted to her. And now that she's quit threatening their lives with every other breath they are going to notice her once again in force, " thought Nathan with a smile.As he slowly looked around the room he saw other patrons watching her now as well.When it was finally their turn Nathan approached and asked about any available rooms. The young man, who couldn't have been older than 20-25 seasons at best, started stammering as he only stared at Ariel while trying. How did she get my number?" I gave it to her," Sophia told him."What? Why?" Because she wanted to talk to you." Well, I didn't want to talk to her. That was difficult." She wanted to talk to you. You don't want to talk to her, you tell her. Explain to her why you're hiding from all your friends. Oh, by the way, I also gave your number to Jack, Evan, Shawna, Andrea, and Liz. They all want to talk to you, and I'm not taking your phone calls anymore."Warren just looked at her in disbelief, then. “Will Griszelda be with you?” I asked him, and then turned to Mimi. “Griszelda is Hassan’s donkey,” I informed her.“No, she does not like the desert; travelling to Abu Sultan was enough for her. I will leave her with Fatima.”Fatima was a washerwoman – washer girl – with whom Hassan had struck up a friendship.After breakfast Thomas MacKay brought two horses and a camel drawn cart to my tent. He and Hassan had already loaded the cart with their baggage – plus a small European type tent and food.