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The Unjustly Punished Lady Lawyer

... was very comfortable. We took off and climbed away at an incredible rate. Hamid, once airborne, took off his robes to reveal a pair of slacks and a golfing shirt underneath and got to talk to us.

He said he had got into the armed forces because of the former British Protectorate. Our troops had seen him make a go-cart out of littles of planks, some old pram wheels, and nails.

His efforts impressed our lads, and they helped him. Hamid got talking to them and they said, "When you are old enough, why don't you join your new defence force?" and so, as soon as he was old enough, he did.

He liked us because of that and we must have treated him well! Hamid could fly but didn't have time on that executive jet. During his military service, he had been in helicopters. The agency job suited Hamid because he knew what he was dealing with. He was splendid company and quite funny.

We arrived in Europe, went to the meetings and everything went very well once again. We were staying in a luxury five-star hotel and on the third evening, my male colleague went off to look up friends, leaving me to look after myself.

I had just showered and was looking through the entertainment section of the local paper when the phone rang and it was Hamid. He invited me out for supper at what turned out to be a beautiful old restaurant overlooking the river. We had a lovely meal, and he was quite a gentleman, only putting very mild pressure on me.

With the better part of a bottle of wine down ...

... me, (he wasn't that good a Moslem) my resistance was weakening. I took the low-dose pill all the time "just in case" and it didn't have any noticeable side effects on me. So if I was in the mood, there was no problem and this time I was in the mood. The inevitable happened, and we ended the evening in my room.

Hamid was quite good in bed and virile, but he was like a little boy and seemed to enjoy being mothered. I have heard other girls say that about Arab men. It was all rather odd. Inevitably, he had to tell me he was married, of course, he was.

I thought of 'back home' in the Gulf and he raised the subject. "Will you see me again?" he asked. I thought I would and told him so because he was good company and I could take some more of these all-expenses-paid trips to Europe.

I asked about the question of discretion. He was quietly insistent that back home, we must never be together in public. I was never to talk about our relationship, or in public or otherwise, to reveal his name or telephone number.

He said, "We do it like this. Most of us own several cars, a couple of expensive ones for business and family use, and cheaper Japanese saloons for going shopping, running around town, etc. They are quite common and no one notices them or the occupants as the cars all have tinted windows.

"I would come dressed in Western clothes, probably wearing a baseball cap -- a lot of Indian guys go around looking like that. I will not stand out in a crowd or draw attention ...