The Emir took a handkerchief from his pocket and gave it to her."Do you know what this means?" he asked.She nodded, "It means I can answer safely and ...will not be punished, but that only means me."The Emir smiled and said, using Arabic so that all would understand, ~I don't have enough handkerchiefs in my pocket to give one to everybody here.~The quip broke the tension in the room and even the girl smiled uncertainly."Now please tell me, before I die of old age waiting for my answer, why you. You... fully..."Ann moved around from behind Bob and stopped mid-sentence when she saw his face. A glassy look had come over Bob. Both Beth and Ann quickly realized that he was not looking directly at Beth. Instead, he looked past her into the mirror behind her.Ann's shimmering gown was cut very low in the back. Until now Beth had not noticed that it draped beneath her tiny panties in back. Given Bob's gaze, Beth reckoned correctly that her dainty thong underwear showed clearly along with most. Well it did to a certain extent, and I relented to our occasional Saturday night excursions into the very dark chasm, rarely being allowed to keep the bedroom light on even after all those years, so for me I was willing - because I loved her- to keep my fantasies to myself and be satisfied with small mercies. True I did have an affair once with a charming young man when I discovered my bi-sexual tendencies, but he soon gave up on a guy twenty years his senior and I could not blame him for. Alan said he wanted me to look like a whore when I showed up, and to be dressed in the outfit he had ordered and mailed to my post office box earlier in the week. I looked every bit as feminine as a real girl would, thanks to my makeup practice over the years, but this ridiculous outfit called attention to me in ways that would practically call me out in an instant I stepped into the light... Not that I needed to leave my vehicle...I decided to pull up in front of Room 104.. Bottom floor. A.