“It’s so much better than seeing photographs of your work,” Mom said. She walked up to it and without touching it traced the outline of the shad...ow figures with her finger. “You know we are always here for you, too, Tony,” she said as she left the room.Saturday, she and Dad had a whispered conference in the kitchen and then Dad left for the rest of the day. When he came back in time for dinner, he announced that we were going camping and asked me to get the gear ready first thing Sunday morning.. My mind and heart backed my decision completely, though there was still some fear hanging in the air. “That is okay,” I smiled at him. “You don’t have to touch me.” “What?” he asked, more confusion, which looked sexy on him. I was sure there was not an expression that he could not pull off. I didn’t answer his question. Instead, I pushed at his shoulders so that his chair would move back, allowing me to stand in front of him. His hands reached out to touch me but I held up my finger and. "Well, Elaheh, what are we to do with you?" he asked, and wisely she did not reply, or rise."Up."The Emir looked her up and down, dressed as she was in the short silk gown of his father's harem which buttoned only at the neck."Strip," his tone was not harsh; he sounded almost bored.The Princess slipped the button and dropped the gown, standing before him naked, feet apart, eyes down in the approved stance of a slave being inspected by a prospective buyer. The Emir walked slowly round behind. But that didn't concern him. His job was to clean the throne room - no matter who sat on the throne.He knelled in front of the throne, facing away from it. He leaned back, placing his head on the seat so he could see the name plate from beneath. As he began to removed it, Hela entered the room with her Executioner. Her beautiful antlers reverted back to even more beautiful straight, dark hair. Her eyes were shadowed. She was gothic and terrifying, but she was also radiant. She was beautiful..