If my husband even imagined what I was thinking,he’d divorce me in an instant; it would disgust him andmake me an outcaste in our social group.B...t even with those threats hanging over me I walkedinto the Forman’s office and told him that I neededOtis to help me with some furniture at our house. Itold him that I was expecting a delivery at 3 o’clockthat afternoon and that I wanted Otis to go with me tohelp out.The Forman wanted to send two men, but I insisted thatthere would be. ” “Yes you could say that, but ill sort it eventually.” “Why don’t you come to my office, and we can chat more.” before he had the chance to say anything, pat was walking away from him, so after a few seconds he headed to the office. Knocking on the door and walking inside, he found pat bent over with her sweater gaped open at the neck, providing a great view of her mature cleavage. This wasn’t the first time he had looked down her top, but this time she caught him and stood up, then made her. He was portrayed as dying fighting for the honor of his country.The third day after the funeral the full bootleg clip of the fight and his death started going through Iran like wildfire. The official version was quickly muddied about the way in which he died.There was anger from Iranians in all directions. They were angry at the Mullah’s that had built up their General’s last fight into something that it was not. Then they were mad that someone from the United States was involved. Then they. . I decided Harvard was worth it.Remember me in Junior High? All the bright colors? You should see me now, in my canary yellow skirt and argyle knee socks! I even have my hair in pigtails again, just as mom had me do when I was in seventh grade. I even spend time (lots of time!) painting my nails. (You probably wouldn't recognize my toes!)I've been avoiding my old friends. I think the really important ones have some understanding of the true nature of what's going on and forgive me. At least I.