"And there won't be a single girl or woman who can take it!" Greta laughed."And your point is?" he asked."Keep it up long enough and you will be king ...nd can simply choose to alter the law so you can marry Edward!" she explained."But Edward will take it up the back easily so I may marry Edward straight away," Armen declared delightedly, "Oh Greta you are so clever!"Greta glared, that was not her plan at all, "Yes!" she said, "Wonderful, your father wants you."The Queen waited for Armen to leave. I was awaken by the telephone ringing loudly in my ear. I opened my eyes and everything was bright. I had a horrible headache. I looked at the bedside clock. 10:30am. Over half the morning had gone. I picked up the phone.“Yes,”“Mum. It’s Paul. Are you all right?”He sounded very worried.“Yes. I’m fine,” I assured him. “I’m just getting up. Sorry about last night. Don’t know what got into me.”There was instant relief from Paul’s voice.“Mum?”“Yes.”“We need to talk.”“OK. What about?”“Those three. Suddenly the sight of gleaming white teeth and the pink tongue both terrifies and yet also electrifies me ~ at several times, in the fervor of passion you have sunk your lovely ivory teeth ardently onto me… a solitary dewdrop of your saliva falls onto my loins as you amuse yourself with my erect limb which is by now rock hard and pulsating with terrible desire… from the pit of my stomach, I feel such a hunger for you. Despite my pleas, you refuse to do anything except amuse yourself with. Because he did not know about this, and because he never mentioned his desire, the beer slowly decayed in the barrels, and was replaced regularly for a year at immense expense but not a drop was drunk, except by the English cellar-man who had been hired to look after it.After the Emir had retired from the wedding feast, Ghada Baroud and Ramzy El-Najjar put their heads together and agreed that the Emir should be offered the wedding night with Selima. After all if she had been a virgin he would.