His Magnificence, may he live for ever, made it very clear to me that he wished to be served by the same waitress as today, which may be significant.T...is report was the subject of much discussion and two orders were despatched to Maktum, the first was that reports were to include the abbreviation HM as code for “His Magnificence, may he live for ever” and second that details of what HM ate was not important, but that he, Maktum, was to act as food taster to HM.In his acknowledgement Maktum did. My hands found the zipper to her coat and undid it, sliding it over her shoulders and onto the floor. I stopped for a minute, spread it out next to my jacket and made our “bed” for the evening. Then, while my hands raced all around her body, touching, caressing, lightly brushing the fine skin of her face, she unbuttoned her top. With each button undone, the cleavage between her breasts became more visible. I had held those stunning mounds but had not seen them that first night. Now, as I gazed. So many choices, so many ways things could have worked out. But we make our choices, and we try to make good ones. And we take responsibility for our choices, too. Did my choices lead me inexorably to this point? Or was there an uncontrollable, unchosen outside force that got me here? Not that it really matters, because I choose, every day -- every minute of every day -- to live like this. Wasn't it Sartre who said that every day we make the choice to go on living, so we are responsible for the. Tess had worn her red bikini, which was just this side of grounds for arrest, and Kim (who hadn't had a bathing suit with her) made do with a flimsy little white elastic sports bra and a borrowed swimsuit bottom from Tess. We had arrived at that (outdoor) pool alone, but inside of mere minutes, it had become crowded with interested spectators -- almost all of them middle-aged-and-up guys with their tongues hanging way out.That was the first time I had discovered that my employer/mistress, Tess.