The departure lounge at Dulrhain Airport was full of passengers waiting for the daily flight to London (Heathrow). Arabs dressed in traditional garb and Arabs dressed in western clothes mixed with a small number of westerners, were all waiting for their flight to be called. Sitting reading the latest Harry Potter book was a young English teen named Billy Partridge. Billy was eighteen years old and had been spending some of his summer holiday with his father who was a petro chemist on an oil exploration site. The lad had been glad to see his father but had become bored; he was keen to get home and see his friends again. For some reason his mother had insisted that he travel in school uniform, so there he was in grey flannel shorts and striped school blazer.

While he was sitting there reading his book he was being carefully watched by someone in the adjacent VIP lounge. That someone was Prince Karim, the youngest son of the ruler of Dulrhain. The Prince had recognized the blazer as that of the same public school that he himself had attended as a boy. The Prince's mind went back to his schooldays and he remembered the happy times that he had spent there.

At the age of thirty one the prince was a handsome looking man who was the object of many female fantasies, little did the ladies know that the Prince's desires lay in quite a different direction. He knew that the young lad sitting reading his book could not have been as innocent as he looked; the British public school system didn't allow pretty young boys to remain innocent. The noble Arab picked up the phone and gave precise instructions to the person on the other end.

Billy had been traveling all day, first by Jeep from his father's workplace, then by helicopter to the airport, so he was not happy to learn that his flight had been delayed. After about an hour the announcement was made, that because of technical reasons the flight would now not take off until ten thirty the next morning. Passengers were asked to make their way to the airport entrance, where coaches would take them to hotels that the airline had booked on their behalf.

The young schoolboy got on a coach, which dropped people off at various hotels in the city. Passengers stayed on the coach until their names were called out and eventually Billy found himself alone. The coach then pulled up outside the most expensive hotel in the country and Billy heard his name called. He thought that a mistake had been made, but sure enough he was booked into the penthouse suite of the hotel. He made his way up to the suite, where he was welcomed by the prince himself. The prince told him that they would have to share and reassured the young boy by telling him that he was an old boy of Billy's school.

The two got to talking about the school, the sports, the masters and the school customs. The older man carefully brought the conversation around to some of the less healthy aspects of the school culture including how the younger boys were abused by the school prefects.

"In my day," said the Prince, "The first formers had to serve tea at the prefect's
Sunday evening party, and they had to serve it naked; does that still go on?" The young boy blushed crimson before agreeing that the custom was still being observed.