He looked at me, and said, “I cannot ask you to swerve from this course you seem determined to follow?”“It is a course forced upon us by others,...sir, not one I would have chosen on my own.” I reached out and he reluctantly shook my hand. “Farewell, Mister Ambassador. I wish you a safe trip home.”“Farewell, Mister President.” He followed Colin Powell out the door.Colin was back a few minutes later. “Well, I have to say, when you decide to piss somebody off, you do it in a big way. Like I said. ( This is what I was originally believed_)X who I will call had a younger sister 4 years her junior ( more about Y later)One hot night as X and I were walking along the beach I decided I would like to find out more about X see perhaps if any advances would get me anywhere.We went and lay down by the sea wall and gradually I said "Hey I would love to feel your tits they look pretty good to me!"X said and did nothing so I took my chance and reached out and started to fondle her breasts. Again X. The guys gave me a shot which I instantly took. I felt better and more calm. Rodney's hand went higher up my legs to the hem of my skirt. I looked at him, then down at his hand on my leg and then back at him. He was staring back at me, smiling. I then felt a sensation on my other leg. I turned to look at Ken, who also slid his hand up my leg, playing with the hem of my skirt where the slit was."What are we doing here guys?" I asked."Don't worry" said Rodney. "Just relax. He won't mind."How. All young ladies who have been victims of Mr. Jackson’s lechery are entitled to give him one kick between his legs - even if you have already caned him, so if you have returned to your seats, come back and rejoin the line. All I ask is that you remove your shoes - we do not want to castrate him.”Cliff, in the meantime, had been positioned on his knees, with his legs spread and his bottom facing the audience. His balls were dangling freely between his legs. A cameraman moved backstage in order.