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The sheik himself, a very impressive person, very black hair, dark eyes with an expression in, which could give women a shiver down the spine, tall, very smart looking in a very special way, with a body in peak condition, dressed in a long whitecoat, under which you could suspect muscles over muscles.... (oops, sorry, I lost the thread), well, this sheik decided to join the party , too.
The party started with a huge delicious buffet. In the background an orchestra from Switzerland was the perfect accompaniment for this specialevent. All truckdrivers appeared well dressed in tuxedos.
After a while the music stopped and the Sheik, an impressive man, dark eyes (oh, I already told you)
went over to the microphone and started ...........

there were lots of delicious food on this buffet-shrimps prepared in any way once soul woul desire them, the most delicious fish-they all came from Greek fisherman, who never got the right price for them -(the bastards had been cheating them)and there was Greek salad and augergines made in so many ways and stuffed-well what are they called-I forgot it-never mind and there were little sweet porks, just slaughtered- so fresh but smelling wonderfull and of course there were some big, very big lobsters, but nobody ate them because they looked so ashamed, they were really looking red. But there were also sweets, lots of sweets-baklava, Sacher Torte, lemon pie-oh it was a wonderfull buffet and lots of Champain, whisky, wine whatever you can desire-the sheik was not really supposed to drink it-but he could not resist-he went over to the microphone and he still has not arrived there

Mary was enjoying herself more than she had for many years. She looked around the grand room and then shyly glanced at the beefy truck drivers with greasy mouths and fingers chomping their way through the feast laid on by the Sheik.....what fun she was going to have later this evening....but wait, as she looked towards the head of the table where he was sitting, she noticed he was scrutinizing her with a glint in his eye. Could it be possible she thought? This rich, handsome man seemed to be beckoning her to his side.....Mary rose slowly from her seat, at the same time the Sheik left his seat and walked towards the door, looking over his shoulder at Mary. She followed, afraid yet excited at the same time, he approached the long winding staircase and began to walk up...she continued to follow him but faltered on the marble stairway......"What am I doing? Am I going crazy? How could I have forgotten my husband who may be in grave danger?.....

... because a beautiful woman , on her lips still a touch of this delicious Sacher torte, made him stop. " Oh, sorry , Mr. Sheik, may I express my admiration of this wonderful place, you live. Your Palace is absolutely marvellous. Is there a possibility to get a look inside?" The sheik immediately felt attracted to the beautiful woman, although ... there was something in the way, she moved, irritated him. " Well, of course , it 's a pleasure for me, to show you my home. "
Mary felt paralysed by fear....... she knew this voice.....

sorry, was too slow, let's continue with your text

Arco go back! I've already posted the sequel to this one...I'm confused now.

Mills and Boons, I thought, it was an expression for banal literature, are they authors ?

A feather like ,soft grasp of her hand by the handsome sheik quickly dispelled these thoughts and as her soft blue eyes met his she felt the passion rise deep within - filtering through her body in waves of orgasmic caresses "Come beautiful princess" whispered the Sheik , his lips softly brushing her ear lobe - the words seem to ring melodies of unknown tunes never before heard

....Mary surfaced underneath a waterfall "Huh? Where's my sheik?".... the waterfall was the farmers wife throwing a bucket of water over Mary's head.

"Und vot egzatlee arrr yoo doink in muy cheeekin' haus huh?" spluttered the irate red faced fat old farmers wife.

Mary looked around her ... she was lying flat on her back, in a chicken coop, covered in bird poop..... What she had taken for the sheik's soft caressing hand had been the tail feathers of a broody hen, sitting on her eggs right above her face. The hen was squawking in fear and irritation at not being able to exit her little wire cage, a few eggs had broken, and the slimy innards were mixed with the water, and dripping into Mary's hair ...........

"What the ...? How did I get here? What is going on?" muttered Mary half to herself and half to the fat farmers wife.

The fat farmers wife bore an uncanny resemblance to the fat, hairy FBI officer who had visited Mary a few days ago.....or was it a few days ago? Mary dragged herself up from the floor and looked at the woman squarely in the face.......

Was that stubble on her chin or just some whispy chicken licken down feathers?

Mary was totally confused. She suddely realized, that the woman was dressed in an unusual way, resembling to the way of dresses of the Middle Ages! Also her accent sounded strange! Could it be....
No, Mary thought by herself, that was too weird, I must have a concussion...then she immediately felt sick....

"I hope my sister is looking after you" Mary turned around and there stood the fat FBI man wearing overalls and holding a pitchfork. "Zis voman iz crazee", said the fat farmers wife and waddled back to the farmhouse leaving Mary with the man. He moved closer, so close Mary could detect a whiff of garlic and manure. He spoke quietly, "We brought you here to be safe, we told you your life was in danger, yet you were planning an orgy with some truckdrivers. What were you thinking about? My sister also tells me you've been hallucinating and screaming for the Sheik in your sleep". Mary felt faint, the farmyard smells were overpowering her, the man's face was becoming a blur.....

...and just before she lost her consciousness, she realized someone standing in the background, who reminded her at someone...

Rusty el Bin Liner was standing there - his feather duster at the ready and a large smile on his handsome face!

'This isn't going to hurt you, really it won't!'

Rusty said as he advanced, his codpeice wobbling provocatively as he swept aside the buzzing chicken shit flies with his feather duster.

The FBI took a step backwards, fumbled inside his jacket and produced a...........

......warrant for his arrest. "Rusty el Bin Liner, we are taking you away for questioning, put down your feather duster and come quietly" Mary's memory was slowly returning, she remembered this Rusty man's face now as it had loomed towards her saying the exact words he had just used...."This isn't going to hurt you....." Had he been drugging her? Rusty el Bin Liner dropped his feather duster and.....

... his hands slowly approached his face and.... he peeled of a mask!!!
And guess who was the man behind the mask? You wouldn't believe it !!!

..........It was El Lagoona, the Terror of the Village of Lagoon!

"Oh no!" shrieked Mary, "Please, oh please I beg you, do not leave me with this man! He is truly ..............

the worst wrestler,I ever saw in the american TV Wrestler Shows. What the heck is he doinhg here?"

"Oh, come on, sweetie, calm down" Mary heard the old farmer's wife shouting, " he's the son of the sister of my mother-in-law, God bless her, and he's a special agent , working in the Underground for an italianorganisation, which name you may not pronounce. Everything you must know, that these people don't have a great sense of humour, and you could end up with a piece of concrete in the ocean. Tell us immediately, where your husband, this son of a bitch, is!!!!!!!!!! "
The FBI man looked shocked and..................

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