Hmmm. I think I know why the red-haired Arab dude was staring at me. It’s not because of my skin color, or anything like that. It’s because of my ...crucifix. Suddenly I remember the TIME magazine article about the persecution of Arab Christians in Arab countries like Egypt and Lebanon. I think this red-headed Arab bozo is Muslim, and he can’t stand the sight of my crucifix because he hates Christians. Well, buddy, you moved to a predominantly Christian country where your Muslim ass is the. She shuffled closer, and he could feel the softness of her bust through her blouse as it pressed up against him.“Come on, Iden,” she whispered. “Don’t play coy. I saw the way that you looked at me during our journey up the mountain, the way that your eyes lingered on my ... assets. This form is young, vigorous, beautiful. I made it so, I designed Isabelle to be pleasing, enticing...”Her fingers roamed lower, sliding against the slick fabric of his shirt, tracing the contours of his muscled. They kissed as they took off their coats, but afterwards, they just undressed without ceremony. Sandy had worn a blouse that buttoned in the back and turned to Frank to open it just as she would have with me. She hadn’t worn a bra, of course, so he casually fondled her breast as she shrugged it off. She removed her skirt, peeled her panties off, drew back the bedspread and just lay on her back, waiting for him to join her – which he did a short time later. They lay there, quietly talking about. ”Deborah sighed, “I understand. I don’t want to work for anybody but you, sir ... I mean Dave.”Dave speculated, “You read the articles about my Circle and my family in the newspaper.”Deborah nodded. “Yes.”“And the idea that I consort with a movie star boggles your mind?”“Yes.”“And the idea that I have six wives also bothers you?”“Bother isn’t the right word. Go back to ‘boggle’.” She flashed him a grin.Dave smirked, “And are you afraid that I might do something sexual in the office?”Deborah.