"Ceci, ma chère Slya... est mon secret pour l'instant. J'y viendrai en temps et lieu, n'ayez crainte. Si je vous ai réunis ici ce soir, c'est afin d...e payer mes dettes. Chacun de vous, un jour ou l'autre, par le passé, m'avez offert votre aide, de façon... volontaire ou non. Et vous avez tous vu l'un ou l'autre de vos plans contrecarré par... par cette petite pute, aujourd'hui à moitié nue devant nous! Maintenant que mon pouvoir sur elle est inattaquable, je me suis dit que vous seriez heureux. As we sped along her fair hair cascaded over the back of the seat and the smell of it was what attracted me to it.She had beautiful hair, the kind they use in shampoo adverts, where it shimmers and looks silky, I wanted my hair to look that beautiful, I thought as I coveted it in my head, then suddenly, compulsively, I reached up from my lap and touched it, it felt soft and silky as I let it sway over my fingers, she just sat looking ahead, unawares I was touching her.I looked up instinctively. Every night when I went to the dining hall, I hoped to see her. When she came in and took her seat, my heart would thump. I’d see her in the food line and kept looking at her and noticed she always glanced over at me and several times our eyes lingered, but that was it. I wished I had the nerve to meet her. Sometimes she wore really tight jeans, her round ass driving me insane, other times, short skirts with knee high boots, her thighs so smooth. I couldn’t keep my eyes off of her and she. Upon completing their studies, he proposed and she accepted subject to a very detailed premarital agreement. Among the provisions of the agreement her first born son, you, would succeed her betrothed husband as ruler of the emirate. In the event that he died before you were of an age and maturity to serve in this capacity, she would serve as ruler. The Doctor and I arranged for that document and your identity to be most confidentially filed with the U.S. State Department." Your mid-eastern.