I'm not usually the one to hit on people at nightclubs, but I approached her that night... and she rejected me. Apparently she's not into “my type�... and much preferred ogling the waiter's firm derriere. I sulked away when I realized that I could be any “type” I pleased. Not without practice, of course. I couldn't maintain a glamour to appear to be a member of the opposite gender all night long, and if I had my way with her true then I'd need to maintain it under very very... hard.... ”I needn’t have asked. The Khafama appeared, with a devious grin.“Did you do this?” asked Omar, in Arabic. I could understand most of the answer:“Yes, Your Royal Highness. I inspected this room for alcohol and drugs. I am sorry to report he had changed the lock. We had to force it. And he added THIS!”He held up the Sherlock lock in triumph.“Where’s my laptop?” I asked, seething.“I confiscated it. There may be blue movies on it. Or Zionist propaganda. We will need your password.”“Did you find. Just as Cliff and Jessica were sitting down to dinner the next night, the doorbell rang. They were both irritated because it seemed like they had spent the whole day talking to one detective or another, and they thought it was over.Jessica went to the door and moments later, Cory Bellamy stalked into the kitchen. "I am a reporter, dammit!" was her opening comment."Oh?" was all Cliff said, reflecting his distinct lack of joy at Bellamy's presence."Anne Mellenkamp is now the director. She has. “I’ll be getting better acquainted with you later,” Richard smiled, patting Leo’s ass as he walked off with his drink.I smiled at my son. “See, you’re doing great. You’re going to have a lot of fun.”He nodded shyly, and we headed further inside.We entered the main room of the house- a large hall framed in heavy wooden beams and well-lit with a wall of full-length windows. Leo was in shock at what he saw.The room was full of couches, chairs, slings, and a few king-size beds. They were arranged.