My mind raced, but I told myself to play it cool. I tried to get my thoughts in order, to rationalize the situation. She was joking with me, pulling m... leg. If there was one thing about Maddy I had learned, it was that she seemed to enjoy messing with me. Only seconds had passed, but they had seemed painfully long before I responded. I decided to not even humor her with a response to her statement. Instead, I changed the subject. ‘Maddy, why are you calling me in the middle of the night?’ . "Daddy and Doctor." Yup. That's one of the great things about being a sports doctor--I get to go to all these Olympics. This is like the fourth straight I've been asked to help out at." Well, we'll get you for every one as long as I'm running the USOC." It's a deal. Just don't expect much from me this time at the swimming venue." No doubt," Evan laughed. "Betsy's in a ton of events, isn't she?" Yup. Let's see--the 200 and 400 free, the 200 and 400 IM, and the 200 fly. Oh, plus the 4x200 free. I looked at my list of owners to find out who owned that last empty building. It was a Mr. Muhammad Muhammad. I looked him up in the local city directory and found that he was a big figure behind the local mosque and a staunch supporter of Imam AlFalhi.I cheated on the fifth amendment and did a brain search on those two men. I found that both were very active supporters of Al-Qaeda, and active recruiters for the cause. Both men were also closely involved in the car bomb and the intended truck. So I visited that area all alone. On the street, all types of girls were standing outside their houses to get fucked for money.Their different outfits and dresses just waiting to steal your eyes to look into their eyes. And then talk to you about the business. So that day I was just roaming on that street staring at every hot skinny girl even the desi skinny girls I just love skinny girls.That day the street was full of girls and their customers roaming here and there. I too was roaming here.