Really kind of cute, not that she had ever thought that way about-- what was he? Black? Middle eastern? Polynesian? Hawaiian baby... ?"... all tried i...t at some point," he was saying, and she tried to focus on him, realizing she'd been drifting. "I'm pretty sure one won't do you any harm. They say it's a psychedelic and even an--" he lowered his voice-- "aphrodisiac, but all anybody here seemed to get from it was a little happy feeling. I'm sure you'll be all right."Aphrodisiac! My heavens,. A million miles from the unhappiness I left behind.My aunt lived by herself. She never married. My parents never suspected a thing.“Here’s your key, Linda. You know where the closet is and this drawer’s all yours.”I’d been to Aunt Becky’s place before, but not to stay overnight. I was like a cat in a new territory and had to explore every nook and cranny. And yes, I’m a snoop, the same as a lot of other folks. I like to see what people have hidden away in their bathrooms and can’t stop myself. She had also insisted on bringing an official interpreter, although the Embassy had told her it was totally unnecessary.The Emir studied the woman before him. Dressed in a conservatively cut dark blue business suit with a high necked white blouse, she looked every inch the power-dressing young American. He guessed that she was some twenty years younger than he, and that hidden away under the jacket and starched blouse was a very attractive pair of breasts. Her long dark hair showed off her. It would feel odd at first, returning to her job as a man after theirhoneymoon, but so many people were now Starkists it wouldn't raise theeyebrows it once had. She would also have the muscle to put the obnoxiousmale colleague who'd been annoying her on his ass if he continuedtreating her as he always had. It was an appealing thought.Taking a final drag on her cigarette, Martine stubbed it out in theashtray on her bedside table and picked up the church-approved box ofextra-strength condoms.