Aidan Starr likes her men as hard as a crowbar. Doesn't matter who or what, they look like. They could be Wall Street executives with lots of cash to burn in exchange for monumental discretion. Or fat men who've been saving their quarters in a piggy bank since childhood for a one-shot opportunity with a slut. As looks would have it, though, the gents that fit Aidan's bill generally look like terrorists or desert chieftains. Which is okay with Aidan who prefers the excitement which her overactive imagination provides. As you also might conclude, Aidan gets very moist around the crevices whenever someone utters the name Abdul.