The Sheikh

The Sheikh arrived a week later, as promised. Carrie was nervous, but not all of it was bad. She was a little curious about him. She wore a conservative blue dress. John wore a suit. She was surprised to see the Sheikh was also in a suit. He looked to be about 43, and had a full head of hair and a beard. He had a trim physique.

"So this must be Barbie," he said in a friendly manner, kissing Carrie's hand. She blushed.

"Nice to meet you, sir," she replied.

They sat down, sharing a shrimp cocktail and discussing the energy business. The Sheikh had the biggest steak on the menu, and after they had drinks and cigars on the patio. She was relieved to learn he resided in Houston, and apparently enjoyed life in the West.

"So, Barbie, I assume John told you about the arrangement I had with Cathleen." She nodded slowly.

"He did. And I understand you expect me to fulfill that bargain." The Sheikh smiled.

"It is long overdue. 18 years overdue in fact. But good things come to those that way. And do you intend to fulfill the bargain? I'd hate to look elsewhere for my business after all." Carrie nodded, almost imperceptibly. "Excellent. Do you have a passport, Barbie?"

"I'm not going to the Middle East," Carrie said firmly. The Sheikh laughed.

"Nor would I expect you to. My yacht is docked in the Mediterranean. I thought we might enjoy it. It was good seeing you, John. Barbie, I'll see you soon. I'll send some of my employees to make sure you have the ... proper attire."