How about Sunday at eleven? We could meet at the restaurant at Wellington Circle,” she said smiling. “Sounds like a plan. Please bring a resume wi...h you so I can pass it on. I’ll see you then.” We shook hands as we looked in each other’s smiling eyes. She turned and started to walk away and I was impressed with her manner and grace. Combined with her beauty, it was a compelling and sexy combination. This could be very interesting, I thought. I couldn’t wait until Sunday. I went to the parking. I finally was thinking them up on my own, but I’d search the Internet during the day looking for stories or films or ideas I could tell him about when he came home and would dominate me again.”“Were you a submissive?”“We never used that vocabulary, but in many ways I was. I only existed to serve Miles.”“So, after five years you pulled the plug?”“Not quite. After we’d been married a little over a year, he had really broken me down and was rebuilding me to his own model. He brought his best. I am honored to have met you and I will pass your message of peace and prosperity to my Khan.”His entourage of fifty Mongol troops spent the next day resupplying and talking with our Mongol troops. They left the following day and we left two days later, bound first for Maragha. Baha had given me the names of five Emirs who had pirated shipping in the Black Sea, even boldly seizing an occasional ship right in their harbor if they felt the cargo was valuable enough. He included the names of two. We never could afford it. We went on a weekend some summers, spent the night at a hotel, did a water park or something. What’s your idea of a vacation?”“I’m a history buff. History ... I was thinking of Civil War battlefields. Not the kind of thing that a lot of people do.”“So you spend your day walking around a battlefield...” she started.“Walk over the ground, knowing that hundreds of men died there in a war fewer and fewer people understand. I usually read up on the battle before I.