XX - Arabia

It was early in Arabia while Steve looked out the window, it was cloudy again....

Sandstorms were always expected and it seemed like this one was going to be a bad electrical one. It didn't matter though, he could get through this no problem. The air was warm, not to mention there was little to do until the sandstorm died down. He decided to watch some TV and relax for awhile, it was what he did best after all, relaxing. He flipped through the channels he found out that most channel were bdsm related, his favorite genre. Steve turned on one of the channels, it was a sex **** show.

A woman was down on the ground in a crouch stress position, with her hands over her head and her legs spread out. A man walked up to her, whipped her, then slapped her. She cried out, "Ohhh!" "Mmmmmm" she said, moaning. A trade show perhaps? he wondered. The woman was wearing a collar and a leash around her neck, and nothing else. The man whipped her again, making her cry out. Well, let's say Steve would be no **** savior today.

Steve walked to his kitchen, where he found his breakfast waiting for him. He picked up the plate and carried it to eat in his bedroom. It was scrambled eggs with cheese. As soon as he sat down at the table to eat, there was a loud knock at the front door. "Coming" he yelled. He quickly ran to answer it.

"What do you want?" he asked. The person standing there was a Interpol officer. He had a look of determination on his face.

"Are you Mr. Steve?" the Interpol officer asked, arranging a pack of cigarettes with his hand.

"Yes," Steve said, confused.

"Your ****.... "Lisa" Right? She is not on the Gym, Mr. Steve" the officer explained, putting the cigarettes away.

Steve frowned, "Oh no...Why does she do that?" Disguisedly passing a bank note to the police officer.

The officer smiled, "Just fix that, the law is the law" Turning away after the routine warning...