I tell her yes, instinct.“Would you have done the same thing if you’d thought it was a real policeman?” she persists.“It was feeling I had fro... this man that makes me act so,” I tell her. “I do not know feeling of real police, so I cannot say. But if police are as you tell me, they seek to make others hold to law and do not do for themselves with no caring for law, then no, I would not do so.”“Well, I’m damn glad you did what you did, even if you don’t know exactly why,” she says. “Here, you’re. Then she had mehighlight that thought in lime green, and draw a cartoon of my face inprofile, lips puckered cartoon-large, about to plant a kiss on herbuttocks. By the time the images were completed, I was taking shudderingbreaths and tears were trailing down my flushed cheeks. We both knewthat her clever strategy was going to cost me dearly. It was like theold trick about someone telling you NOT to think of an elephant, and thenthat becomes ALL you can think about. This worked the same. She uncurled her legs, and her arms and hands were not trying to conceal her charms. More men smiled as they walked by, carrying drinks to their partners and wives. Even a couple of teenage boys openly stared until mom caught their eye. They hurried away, embarrassed at being caught.Mom would giggle quietly when the men checked her out. Often asking me if I saw this or that one looking at her. How old did I think that one was? Every once in a while, she would point out a female that I should. ."The aide never had a chance to finish what he was saying as a powerful explosion from the impact of a rocket propelled grenade rocked the cottage. The only survivor of the explosion was former President Bandrighan, who was seriously injured. Mohammed Nassir, trusted aide of former President Bandrighan, and the nephew of Ayatollah Makhtol's aide Saddam Nassir, had carried out his orders and had decimated the major part of the opposition to the Ayatollah in the expatriate community in France in.