With a naivety more commonly found in non-empaths she was hoping to see who she was, from finding out what he considered her to be. To most of the onl...okers, the public display of violence aimed at the younger mentarion had been shocking. For a moment at least. The anti-climactic aftermath reminded most of the onlookers that corporal punishment was an integrated part of the mentarion ways. —-=(The mentarion minority)=—- Mentarions were a very small minority in the human population. The count of. He was a corpulent black man of obvious North African descent with an odd squeaky-sounding voice. At least he spoke English.Addressing her regally he squeaked with a voice which reminded her of Mickey Mouse, "Welcome to the harem of His Magnificence, the Emir Ibrahim, may he live for ever. I took the liberty of having your weals treated before waking you. I am His Magnificence's Chief Eunuch and I control all activities here in the harem. While we do not necessarily whip as often or as heavily. It was a private building, housing a resolutelyprivate clinic and medical centre, and it looked very discrete and veryexpensive. I had been shown straight into the appointment room with verylittle fuss, and I had been motioned to wait on the upholsteredexamination table for the doctor to arrive. So I sat now on the side ofthe raised table, with my feet not quite touching the ground. This wason account of signs placed on various chairs in the room that read,'This chair is not for patients' use.. It wasn't something I wanted to think about yet."It was my fault, entirely my fault. Cindy said you would be mad." Spence, can we... can we talk about next year and what your roll is going to be? I've got some ideas that I would like to discuss with you. I'm seeing you as an important cog in the wheel but you've got to agree to the way I want things to work." Hey, you're the boss. Tell me how you want things to work and I'll do anything you want." Thanks Spence. That's what I thought you would.