" Daisy clucked like a chicken further humiliating her roommate.Sharon slowly edged toward the exit. "Look," she said. "I said I'm not going to fight ...ou." And I say you are." And with that Daisy grabbed the Sharon by the front of her T-Shirt and tugged her back in the room.All and all, Sharon was rather disappointed. She had been in a number of fights with other girls and even a few boys. She had been beaten a few times and won her fair share. However, everyone, even her little sister had. Dorothy ran around the pole, "Are you all right, sir?" she asked, turning him face up."Yes, I think so. I haven't felt the ground in so long that my legs aren't used to it. I'm going to have to sit down for a bit and work out the kinks, I'm afraid," he said. So Dorothy helped him over to the low stone wall bordering the field and sat him on the edge so he could work his legs and get them limbered up.As they sat there together they began chatting. "You do not look like the other people I have. After nearly four hours they were finished, and dismissed her. Laura was next.“What is your relation to the first young lady?” Master number one asked Laura after she had introduced herself.“She is my twin sister, Master.”“And did you... (cough, cough) ... study together... (cough)?” the second Master asked with some difficulty.“Yes, Master. We do everything together. Would you like a drink of water?” Laura asked with a smile, and a mug of water appeared in her hand, much to the Panels’. He waved it, encouraging me to step into the hallway. He took me to a room down the hall. The odor of cigar smoke filled my nostrils and there was a black sheet hanging the length of the room, shortening the width of it by six feet. Near the back wall was a desk with a short, overweight, balding man with a peppered mustache sitting behind it along with a big muscled bodyguard standing behind him. ‘Welcome to Qatar my friend.’ He had an accent but his English was surprisingly good. ‘I’m Sheik.