On my 18th birthday, as part of my education, my parents allowed me to fly to Saudi Arabia to spend some time with a family friend in Ad-Dammam. Captain Steven Baxter was an ex-army pilot and he and my dad had done a tour in the Gulf War together. He now lived in Ad-Dammam and was involved in some multi-billion dollar US-sanctioned engineering project. Anyway, all my life, I’d had a weird crush on Captain Steve. He always seemed to make me feel super special by the way he looked at me and
treated me. And now that he had asked my parents to allow me to spend a summer with him in some exotic Arabian metropolis seemed too good to be true. Ad-Dammam is the largest oasis in the kingdom of Saudi Arabia, and is steeped in Ancient Arabian history and folklore.
From the moment of my arrival, Captain Steve was devoted to me, going out of his way to make me feel comfortable and at home. His tall, handsome blonde looks still made me dizzy in the head, weak in the knees, and tight in the crotch. His fit, muscular physique didn’t look to be the 43 years that it was. His appearance, charm and magnetism made such celebrities as George Clooney and Brad Pitt look dull and flat by comparison.
I couldn’t remember ever being this happy. And even though in casual conversation,
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