Everything changed the day she left for a run and left her lap top open. I had long suspected she was cheating on me. I would see how men responded to... her and sometimes it appeared there was more than flirting going on, but I never had proof... until I did. I knew she would be gone for quite some time and I must have passed by her lap top three times before I decided to snoop. For some reason, I didn't go to her email or Facebook, I went searching through her desktop and documents folder. Right. She was being given to the Emir himself.His formal reply pleased her immensely, and was in English, "I am pleased to accept this valuable concubine, and will lose no time in enjoying her."She was helped to her feet by a eunuch and the abaya was removed, leaving the girl standing nervously before the first whole man she had seen, other than her grandfather, since she had last seen her father when she was ten years old. She was dressed in the uniform favoured by Ramzy El-Najjar for members of his. He either had the worse lawyers in the world or it was a done deal from the get-go just like most of the current law and order issues in the city that never sleeps. * Lenny was an embarrassment.He was making the big boys look small and weak and unable to assert their firm control on the things that really mattered to the making of money by the syndicate. They were hiring accountants to check over the nuances of laundering cold, hard cash and he was figuring how to fleece some poor rube for his. Suddenly mybody seems to jump up from the couch and stare downat it. Nothing in the movements feels normal. And Idon?t even mean the fact that I?m not in control(besides some jerky motions). Weights shift wherenone should be and the height seems different.My head looks down at the couch and my lips startmoving once more. ?There was nobody on the couchbesides me! Now confess and tell me where you are!?Looking down at the couch I see part of my body. Orrather, part of Eline?s body. Half in shock.