My mind was made up, confused yes, but determined to follow through on the course of action that I felt was right for both myself and for Duathor. Duathor, Duathor, try as I might I was simply unable to forget her! The rememberance of her silken skin glimmering in the warm bath that I had envisioned her in so often since the first sight of her...the inviting smile, the sweet smile, the warmth of her skin the first time my fingers caressed the swell of her breast, the first taste of the sweet honey from her lips and all that followed in the night of passion we had shared.....all these things lingered in my mind, haunted me and urged me on to the task, the delicious task I was about to undertake.

I rushed from my Egyptian home to the BAR O with one thing in mind - Duathor. I would take her away from that place...that place so unworthy of such a woman and I would not take no for an answer! I would take her in my arms, speak softly of passion between us, tell her she would be mine and that was the end of conversation. I would insist she pack her belongings and come away with me this very night.

I had arranged a suitable lodging for Duathor in a house I had purchased on an earlier trip to Egypt. During the last two years the house and gardens had been renovated and were now ready to be enhanced further by the soft beauty and countenance of a woman. It was as if the fates had decreed that the two - the house and Duathor - had been made for each other. I was confident that it was so. I arrived at the BAR O seeing nothing, hearing nothing, knowing nothing but my passion and longing for the woman that would soon be made my Egyptian lover and perhaps more.

My sweet Duathor, come with me now and be my love!