"Wait!" I ran after her. I reached her at the girls’ locker room and grabbed her arm. "Hey, we may talk about that." I tried to stay calm. "No, but ...if you go back to that bitch tell her she will regret it. Oh yes she will" she bitched at me."That bitch is your best friend, with benefits i guess." I knew if i just set a small hint i would find out way more what secretly turned me on. "Well yeah, huge benefits like you will see soon. “She was smiling, but it wasn't a nice smile, it was more. The honoured guests could be accommodated in the Ruby Palace with a minimum of effort, and a small harem could be provided there temporarily.A list was prepared of the guests whom Kamal Qumsiyeh thought should be invited. This gave him much trouble and he cursed himself for suggesting it without having planned first. When forced to give the Emir an answer as to which names he proposed, the only name he had was that of Prince Habib, who was the heir apparent to a neighbouring Khan with whom they. I can tell from your letter that you're not the shallow person I thought but I know you can pick and choose when it comes to boyfriends so I won't delude myself that I'm on your short list.As for friendship, yes, I'd like to have you as a friend. I'd like to be able to write to you and talk to you about personal things. We've both learned some hard lessons and that should count for something, right?Tomorrow I start working at TelCom. I've already met some of the people there and I'm sure I'm. Looking at the scar, she smiled. She actually loved that scar, it told a story and marked the passing of time. It was a part of her and despite her perfectionism, she loved the way it gently curved over her hipbone and marred her otherwise smooth skin. When her eyes shifted down to her long legs, she frowned slightly. Her legs were gorgeous, save for the fact that they were dotted with ever-present scuffs and scars. Unlike the scar on her hip, these were quite faded and mostly unnoticeable,.