Camel Toes

Faith enjoyed Omar, but she was quite conspicuous as an outsider. Omar had taken her camel riding today, and her only outdoorsy outfit were jeans so tight they showed off her own camel toe. She regarded the camel with a strange fascination that she used to have at the petting zoo, feeding it before climbing onto it.

She'd been here for weeks now, loving Omar, eating with him, enjoying Bahrain. But she was starting to wonder whether Omar had simply rented her for a short period ... or whether he'd purchased her. She'd heard about men like this in old stories. Men that had harems. And that filled her with equal parts thrill and dread, to her confusion. Why wasn't it all dread? Why wasn't she demanding to go home?