Heather now covered most of Northern Scotland with her three remaining colleagues covering the central belt between them. Which was how she found hers...elf bent over a desk in a hotel room in Wick while her new boss, twenty-five years her junior, was applying a heavy leather belt to her ample bottom with some vigour. She’d been completely unaware of her impending fate when she’d pick up the fresh-faced Stephen Baxter at Inverness Airport that morning. He’d been politeness personified when they’d. The harem clothing, he decided, could just be imposed on them after the ceremony, which would be brief and very informal. If the Emir announced that two people were married, well the Emir's word was law in Kobekistan and the paperwork could be done separately by the Head of Protocol. Yes, that was the answer, he would marry them by decree in the Throne Room at a public audience; after that the Chief Eunuch could whisk them back into the harem and dress them properly. The wedding night could be. S office and Jan called someone as we got there and told them we were there. This lady who I never saw before opened the door as they were closed for business. When she opened the door she made the comment that I was very pretty. She said all the paperwork was ready and all we needed was a photo. The whole deal only took five minutes. She said we should get the license in two days, as she would send it in tonight.Jan said as we left that she had worked this out month's back, so she could. They'd agreed—reluctantly."Mikey, I'm sorry. I know I hurt you. I didn't mean to, honest to God. I just wish I could make you understand. I'm not planning on leaving you. Please don't think that. In every other way you do it and you do it right for me. It's just that..." she ran out of words."Like what, Leslie? Does he have a bigger dick? What?" I said. I was still so calm. She was actually becoming frightened. "You were planning on staying married to me, just so long as I didn't get too upset.