Don gently cupped her breasts, and incanted the name of the goddess, feeling the familiar tingling as the power was invoked. Don awoke, sweating. He ...had dreamed that somehow, through an innocent mistake, he had abused the powers again. In anger, the goddess had transformed him into a whore, and left him in virtual slavery in a poor country, servicing men for the rest of his life. Don glanced in the mirror, and was dismayed to see that his chest was already swelling with power. But inwardly,. My eyes involuntarily followed her soft curves, the long arch of her neck leading to the high, round, pink capped hills on her chest, and then slowly down lower, across her flat stomach, stopping for a second at her navel before my eyes found her shaven mound and the pink slit below."You've seen me naked before," she laughed as she followed my eyes, referring to the day we'd spent together with my sister at Haulover Beach weeks before. "I was hoping you'd come," she added, and then, grabbing my. "From what I've seen, you've already been doing a great job of letting her know that what happened wasn't her fault, in fact, I heard you tell her that before I stepped in. You're a good man Mr. Carlisle. A lot of men would look at their wives as if they had betrayed them. But it's obvious that your feelings for your wife haven't changed." Why should they?" I asked. "None of this was her fault. It was all, my fault." Don't get silly Mr. Carlisle," she smiled. "How was any of this your fault?". " Ahmed scrunched up his face,with a look of profound distaste. "They can not know any other detailsof your past. Do you understand? We would become outcasts from Emiratisociety. Dubai may be a tolerant, modern city full of the rot of westernideals, but I can assure that Sharjah and Abu Dhabi are not. They aremuch more conservative there and your... past condition... must be keptsecret. Even in Dubai society, I can assure you, if your conditionbecame well known, it would bring shame down on my.