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and bed and woke up some time later
alone, the other five girls had disappeared. I scrunched myself up
into a ball on the bed and sobbed my heart out cursing Stephen, if
he hadn’t have gone off and left me none of this would have
happened, men they are all bastards, users, get their end away and
then go off and do what the hell they like, bastards.
    When the
sobbing stopped I sat on the edge of my bed and looked around. The
room was luxurious in an Arab style but the beds and mattresses
were of the very highest quality. Then I spotted the door I had
entered the room through. It was unlocked and I found myself in a
small entrance hall, this had been where my journey from Giza had
finished. The door facing the bedroom door was still firmly locked
but the door off to the right opened out into a long corridor with
two doors off to the left and right. The first on the left was an
entertainments room with a very big telly and cinema style seats,
opposite was a gym, down the hall a bit was a kitchen and opposite
that a sauna. At the end of the corridor were double doors and much
to my surprise they were unlocked, I walked out into the sunshine
to the most beautiful garden you could imagine. It was vast, the
size of two football pitches at least with a central path from
which led off eight garden rooms separated by high hedges. The only
downer was the twenty feet high wall surrounding the place, topped
off with razor wire. Totally naked I walked down the central path,
the very hot sun was more or less overhead so it must have been
about midday, I must have slept for about four or five hours. I
found the girls in one of the gardens sitting under an arbour
covered in grape vines providing shade from the searing sun. The
arbour was surrounded by a small aqueduct where water trickled
past. No expense had been spared making this garden into a wondrous
oasis.
    I sat down,
“Hello ladies,” I said.
    “Hiya,” The
English girl answered. “Feel a bit better after your snooze, I’m
Moira by the way and you are?”
    “Susan,
Sue.”
    “Hello Sue,
welcome to the party.”
    “I’m still too
stunned to believe this is actually happening.”
    “Well believe
it girl, this is your life.”
    I looked at the
other five girls and realised that apart from skin colour and our
faces we were in fact very similar, our figures were almost
identical.
    Moira suddenly
said, “you’ve spotted it haven’t you, The Prince likes a certain
type of woman, and we’re it.”
    “When do I get
to meet The Prince?”
    “Who knows,
sometimes it can be two or three weeks before he arrives, other
times a couple of days. You’ll know when you hear a helicopter, and
then be prepared.”
    I looked at the
other girls, “do any of you speak English?”
    “Yes a little,”
Maria said, “we all learn the other people’s language. It is
something to do.”
    Misha said, “My
English good, no.”
    “Yes very
good,” I replied.
     
    I quickly
slotted into the routine, older Arab women came in three times a
day to cook meals for us girls, but there were always plenty of
snack foods available in the kitchen if we wanted them. Everyday
other women came in to change the beds and clean up, they worked
hard but only spoke their own language, or at least that was the
way it seemed. We watched films as we liked The Prince supplying us
with hundreds of the very latest movies on disc. One of the gardens
had a pool so inevitably we all went swimming once or twice a day
to cool off and then there was the gym.
    Moira warned,
“keep yourself trim and fit Sue, there was another girl here, Olga,
she let herself go and started to put on weight, she was warned but
one day she just disappeared, what happened to her we’ve no
idea.”
    I took the hint
and worked out for an hour every day, this was bad enough and I
definitely didn’t want to head into another unknown.
    I had been in
the complex for ten days when we were sitting in the garden when we
heard the thump, thump, thump