Fortunately I was able to fight off most of the blackouts. Not all but most of them. The few times I drifted off, it was for no more than a moment or ...wo.I had been slipping in and out of consciousness all afternoon. I wasn't exactly sure what was going on but it happened now and then. When the best man gave the toast at the reception, I knew he was my kind of guy. He was confident and serious, while still being charming. He managed to avoid me and I couldn't seem to stay awake. When ever I did. She sat on my request and I looked at her picture at the form given but could not see her face as she was veiled. She told me that she has been divorced and she is 32 her boobs were quite round and firm I guessed their number to be 36 that proved 38 latter. I asked her different questioned and finally told her that the atmosphere in this office is somewhat liberal and different, can she adjust here, she said it is all o.k with her I suspected and told her it does not seem, she assured me and I. When I woke up I smelled bacon. Mom liked to make pancakes, bacon and eggs on Saturdays. It was kind of a tradition. The fact that I smelled that made me feel better, because that meant my mother was not cowering in bed and was at least trying to act normal.I think the normalcy of that bacon scent is why I did what was normal for me, too. That was to bounce out of bed and, wearing the boxers I already had on, went to get breakfast.Mom was there, wearing her Oriental kimono robe, which was made. Fatima slept on the same bed as Asia and Noor slept on a pumped up bed on the bedroom floor. The girls needed each other now more than ever.INSIDE MRS AZIZ'S BEDROOMMrs Aziz was sleeping in her own bedroom, underneath her warm blanket. She was having a strange dream. In her dream she was dressed up as a Sultan's wife, sat down inside a throne room in some Middle Eastern palace. Arabic music was being played in the background. Right before her very eyes were 2 women dressed up in harem outfits,.