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pulled tight into a bun, was held with a carved ivory pin.
    “David, I’m Keisha, Mr. Nazar’s personal assistant.” She shook his hand, and he blushed at the softness of her skin. She stood close, and he smelled her perfume as her hand pressed gently on the small of his back to guide him. “Over here.”
    A sleek jet waited on the concrete. Inside, the pilot stood at the cockpit door. “Welcome aboard, Mr. Baker.”
    David nodded and took one of six seats. So far, he was the only passenger.
    “Would you care for a drink?” Keisha asked.
    “Water, thank you.”
    “Right away. I’ll serve a meal once we reach cruising altitude. Just sit back and relax, David. This is a great way to travel.” Nazar had promised a guide to accompany him and get him safely to his hotel, but David hadn’t expected a woman.
    Once they were airborne, Keisha brought food. She leaned toward him to serve, and her white blouse stretched tightly across her breasts. David’s pulse raced. Sweat formed under his arms.
    Later, as she cleared the dishes, she bent her knees so her face was close and level with his. Her tight black skirt rode up and showed the flesh of her thighs. David filled his mind with prayer to block out the temptation.
    “It’s a twelve-hour flight. Just press the call button should you require anything, David.”
    The words triggered more wrong thoughts. Would she really do anything he wished? After she left, he waited a few moments to be sure she wouldn’t return. Then, with shaking hands, he laid his prayer mat on the floor in front of the cabin seats, estimated the location of Mecca, and recited morning prayers. He needed to clear his mind. Sexual thoughts were unfitting for a pilgrim of the Hajj.
    A few hours into the flight, David needed the bathroom. Not wanting to face the woman again, he opened the door at the rear. His mind reeled from the opulence: walls draped in silks, a huge bed, dozens of liquor bottles hanging from dispensers behind a bar.
    Behind him, someone coughed, and he spun around. Keisha stood at the front of his cabin.
    “That’s Mr. Eudon’s private accommodations. Can help you, David?” She smiled, but there was tension in her voice.
    “I . . . I need the bathroom.”
    She walked toward him. He pressed his back flat against the rear seat to give her room. As she turned sideways to pass, her left breast brushed his chest. She positioned herself in the doorway and pointed to the forward cabin. Her naked, tanned arm hung inches from his face. “Your bathroom is through there.”
    He went quickly, blushing, his head bowed. Behind him, he heard her lock the door to Nazar’s room.
    They landed in Jeddah at midday on October 10th. Keisha guided him through Passport Control. He could tell by the way the agents stared that they assumed she was his harlot.
    Once out of the terminal, Keisha hailed a cab and slid into the back seat next to him. Her skirt rode up her legs; they were smooth and shapely and bare. He sat on his hands, body pressed hard against the car door, and stared out the window. He was a pilgrim. He should not be with her. Thankfully, she stayed silent until they reached the hotel. She paid the cab and left him to follow with his luggage while she handled his check-in.
    At the elevator, Keisha said, “You’re all set. The bellhop will show you to your room. I hope the Hajj is a rewarding experience for you, David.” She held out her hand.
    David dared not touch her. “Thank you for your help.” His voice came out as a dry-throated croak. He did not make eye contact.
    When he reached his room, the message light was flashing. Imam Ali had left his number.
    David called back. “I am honored to speak with you, Imam.”
    “Dawud, your father is so proud. Your Hajj is a wonderful gift for him.”
    “I am excited and humbled to be visiting Mecca, Imam. I understand you are to instruct me. My mind is open, a blank page ready for your wisdom.”
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