"What? What did I say?" asked Douglas, concerned that he had made a faux pas."Amira doesn't see herself as part of the Asian community, Dad," Donnie t...ried to explain. "She's as much a McGregor as the rest of us."Now it was Douglas' turn to look confused."My great-grandfather on my mother's side was John McGregor," Amira picked up the explanation. "He was a Captain on the staff of General Gracey, Commander-in-Chief of the Pakistan Army back in the 1940s." Oh," said Douglas, at a loss for a reply. I told them we were a couple of construction workers. I didn't tell them I owned the company. Everything else I said was true. I told them about finding my wife with another man and I didn't believe in infidelity. If you want to have multiple sex partners then you shouldn't get married. I explained how I had bought the tickets almost a year ago and was going to surprise my wife but I was the one who got surprised. I had the tickets paid for and now had to use them or throw them away.I asked. He bolted up and got the cigarettes and lighter. Fortunately, the concept of non-smoking hotel rooms had not yet made it to the Eastern Mediterranean. I lit a cigarette and puffed gently while we talked. Michael didn’t smoke, he just gazed steadily at me as though hypnotized. Before I had finished the cigarette, he was wide awake and once again ready for action. Apparently, I could be pretty damn fascinating. I giggled. ‘Well, that was quick. You look ready for round two.’ Putting the cigarette. So, what are your long term ambitions?”“If you looked at my profile page, you already know them.”“Indeed. I suppose you wouldn’t have many career ambitions if your goal is to submit to a woman 24/7. Is that truly what you want?”“It is, but I know it’s not realistic without financial independence first. It’s not like some well-off woman is going to appear out of nowhere and ask me to be her live-in slave.”“Don’t assume things, Camilo” she replied with a smirk. “This is the third reason I reached.