CHAPTER SEVEN
Claire awoke some hours later. The night had come, and she could see the stars shining coldly against the blackness of the sky through the little window. She shook her head groggily as though to clear it and then rose shakily to her feet. Claire knew someone had left the little room hours ago, and she looked around fearfully for a moment, afraid that it might have been Grant who had walked out on her. As her eyes scanned the shadows, she went almost weak with relief as she realized that it was the two Arab boys who had left her, and her husband was sleeping peacefully in the same spot where he had collapsed in exhaustion after he had emptied his hot, luscious juices into her willing mouth.
Claire walked slowly over to where Grant was sleeping, careful not to make a sound th
