Paul took a call from a young woman called Reena who told him she needed help with 'a personal matter'. He asked her why she thought he could help. She replied that a friend had been helped by him and highly recommended his skills. She asked if she could come to see him as she didn't want to discuss the matter on the phone. He agreed and they arranged for her to call at 7.30 the following evening. Paul was excited at the prospect of helping another young woman with her sexual problems. But, when his doorbell rang, he was shocked to see a person covered from head to foot in black. A pair of beautiful almond eyes with long black eyelashes was the only indication of the female beneath. He invited her in and tentatively inquired, "What can I do for you?" She nervously glanced behind then she stepped inside and quickly closed the door behind her. Paul asked her if it would be possible to remove her head covering as he would like to know who he was talking to. Without a word she removed the veil to reveal her face. Paul was astonished to see the beautiful face beneath the veil. Her cheekbones were high and finely chiselled. The nose perfectly shaped. Her light coffee coloured skin was smooth and unblemished. Her full lips were naturally crimson and, when she spoke her teeth were pearly white and even. Her hair was pinned above her head and, when she removed the pins, it cascaded like a jet-black glossy waterfall down below her shoulders. Paul gasped. "You're absolutely gorgeous!" he remarked, "It's a crime to keep such a beautiful face covered." "Oh, thank you," she replied, "that's partly why I've come to see you. Let me begin at the beginning. My parents escaped from Iraq and I was brought up in England. I had a happy childhood but, when I was sixteen my parents forced me to marry a man twice my age because he was 'a good Muslim'. They disapproved of what they perceived as the loose morals of the West and hoped that my husband would keep me in check. Of course, it wasn't a happy marriage. But I persuaded my parents and my husband to let me go to university and get a good education. Their condition was that I would wear the veil and full burqa at all times, so I wouldn't be temptation to men." I was forced to agree in order to get my education and I have worn it for so long that I am scared to wear normal western dress. My husband turned out to be an absolute beast and treated me so badly. He thought a woman should be a slave to her husband and obey him in all things. I'm a spirited woman, but he forced me to obey by beating me if I refused to submit to his will. My clothes always covered the bruises so not even my parents were aware of his brutality. "You speak about him in the past tense. What happened to him?" Paul inquired. "He suddenly travelled to Syria to join the caliphate and fight for Islamic State. Allah be praised he was killed last year. Recently, both of my parents were killed in a car accident, so now I'm totally alone. I don't have any siblings and all my other relatives live in the Middle East. I've never met any of them." Paul was intrigued by her story and wondered where this was going. "So, what can I do to help?" She replied, "I'm still a good Muslim but I want to set myself free from the Arab dress and customs. I've read the Holy Quran and nowhere does it say that woman should cover themselves from head to foot and be subservient to men. Mohammed said that women should be respected and their needs met. A couple of my friends at university told me that you are an expert in helping women to enjoy themselves and their body and find pleasure in ..." She trailed off, obviously embarrassed to continue. "I suppose you mean 'sex'." He interrupted. "Yes, it's true that I do help women to enjoy their bodies and enjoy the pleasures of sex. I believe that all bodies are beautiful and everyone is entitled to enjoy sex, if that's what they want to do. "Then I've come to the right person." She said. "I do so hope that you can help me too." "Shall we start by removing this ugly black dress?" He ventured. "Do you have other clothes you can wear to go home?" "Yes, I'm wearing them underneath." She smiled. "I was hoping you'd say that!" Without another word she pulled off the ugly black garment. Underneath she was wearing a flowery summer dress which clung to her curvaceous figure and finished in a flared thigh length skirt. A pleasantly surprised Paul remarked, "Oh that's so much better! How do you feel?" "To be honest I feel practically naked." She said, "I haven't been outside without my covering since I was a girl." "How do you feel about your body?" Paul asked. "Well that's another big issue for me." She said, feeling totally embarrassed. "I've never been totally naked as an adult. My parents and my husband told me that nudity is a sin. I've just washed each part of my body separately while keeping the rest covered." An astonished Paul asked her. "Did you even keep your clothes on when your husband er...