"Out," he said, and the Arab girl immediately left the room.As she left, Emma turned towards the Emir, expecting to melt into her admirer's arms. In h...r mind she could hear the violins playing romantic music. Instead he surveyed her critically."I wonder what you really look like?" he asked."Much like this; I don't use many cosmetics," was the puzzled reply.The Emir sighed, "That was a polite order to get your clothes off."Emma hesitated for only a moment, then started a slow. Old Henry wouldn't be very happy, she realized; things had changed a lot, and changed for the worse, and from that realization came a determination to try and do something about it.Her father's prophecy didn't come true until the spring of her twenty-first year, when there also came a chance to do a part in turning back the deterioration of the earth she had promised old Henry's ghost to do something about.By that spring, Heather had blossomed into a young woman of medium height, with hair that. Chapter 17: Voices From Heaven or Most Likely HellThe quiet time ended. The two detectives, the FBI agent, the DA and the Police Chief all started talking, each trying to speak loud enough to be heard over the others. I wanted to scream and run out the door. All I wanted to do was to get out of that room and go to the hospital to be with Holly but I couldn't even get to the door. Then to make matters worse another person entered the room."Oh, here you are Chief. The man looked around the crowed. She could also feel the frame drifting around in response to her actions, which was at least something. Suddenly, she felt a tapping on her head, as if someone was knocking on her like a door. She took this as a sign that the exhibition was beginning. At first, she didn't notice anything different, but then felt someone poking her in the breast with their finger. Next, there was a tapping on her catheter tube. This was just the beginning of an evening of groping hands caressing her through.