Byline: SARAH OLIVER
MART, sophisticated and with English rose looks, Roslyn Ashley is a busy mother of five who runs her own business and plays a leading part in the local school's parent-teacher association.
She also has a secret that will astonish friends and neighbours in the Midlands village where she lives.
Because 15 years ago, Roslyn was living the high life of luxury yachts, private planes and year-round partying at glitzy places from Las Vegas to Monte Carlo - always on the arm or in the bed of a fabulously rich Arab.
Roslyn would describe herself in those days as a 'pleasure wife', though others might prefer harsher words such as concubine. It is a word she does not like, but it is apt for the scores of young and beautiful European and American girls who travel with the Muslim superrich.
Theirs is a modern pastiche of the traditional harem and, like generations of concubines before them, they must be eternally willing to flatter and flirt, to share their lover's affections with other women and to be shared by him among his friends and family.
Their reward is jewels, unlimited credit at top couture houses and the sheer opulence of the lives they lead.
Roslyn, now 40, was the lover of billionaire arms dealer Adnan Khashoggi, who passed her on to his nephew Dodi Fayed, who in turn introduced her to his father, Mohamed Al Fayed.
A recent biography by author Tom Bower, acclaimed for its insights into Al Fayed's real life, begins with graphic description of her curling up in bed for sex with the Harrods boss. In the book she was anonymous, known as The Blonde. Now she has talked openly about her life to The Mail on Sunday.
Roslyn has, it must be said, a flexible moral code. She willingly embraced all that the world of the pleasure wife had to offer and even now professes neither shame nor regret at what some might consider was nothing more than high-class prostitution. Most of us draw a line in the sand at what we believe is the boundary of good behaviour. Roslyn crossed hers in the desert state of Nevada when Khashoggi first summoned her to his Las Vegas hotel bed in the summer of 1980.
The daughter of a policeman, she grew up in Nottinghamshire, dated local farmers' sons and then left at the age of 17 for London. Her parents had split up when she was 12, an acrimonious parting that left her feeling unwanted, particularly, she says, by her father's new wife.
She learned to fend for herself.
Tall - well over six feet in her high heels - with long blonde hair and remarkable eyes (one blue and one brown), it did not take her long to find a wealthy boyfriend.
Boaz Pecht, an Israeli businessman, proved to be a generous and charming companion. She accompanied him when he moved to Los Angeles and, still hungry for new horizons, became a stewardess with British Airways. She worked the world routes for a year, learning little by little about the luxury enjoyed by the fabulously wealthy.
She was a witness, not a participant, but she was already a long way from home.
Modelling beckoned. Friends found work for her on both sides of the Atlantic, her long legs were to be seen in glossy magazines persuading us to buy Elbeo stockings, her blonde hair in countless television commercials for conditioner.
In 1979 she married Pecht, something she says now was a last-ditch attempt to save a dying relationship.
Within weeks they had separated.
The following summer, alone in her Los Angeles apartment, she took a call from a model friend inviting her to Las Vegas for the weekend.
'My boyfriend will send a plane,' she was told.
Roslyn says: 'I presumed my friend meant a little light aircraft, so I strolled up to the airstrip in jeans and a T-shirt with a couple of changes of underwear in my backpack. But the plane was a private passenger jet with stairs tumbling down to the Tarmac like something from a sci-fi movie. …