Who said 'please' that made you hate the word so much? Violators cannot live with the truth: survivors cannot live without it. There are those who sti...l, once again, are poised to invalidate and deny us. If we don't assert our truth, it may again be relegated to fantasy. But the truth won't go away. It will keep surfacing until it is recognized. Truth will outlast any campaigns mounted against it, no matter how mighty, clever, or long. It is invincible. It's only a matter of which generation is. She bolted into the room and began the search for her surprise. "All right Tom, where is it?" she asked.I reached into the closet that she had forgotten to check and pulled out a clothing box. "Here you go baby," I said. Brenda's face broke into the pretty smile that made me fall in love with her three years earlier when I first laid eyes on her.Brenda took the box and said, "Tom you're so sweet." She plopped onto the bed and removed the lid of the box. Quickly she moved the tissue aside and. Smoking, please."After they'd sat down with their menus and ordered coffee, she leaned in conspiratorially, "Sebastian, we can smoke in here. Let's move to Pennsylvania and stay forever."Sebastian raised an eyebrow, "Should we become Amish, too?"Michelle nodded, "As long as I get to be your prettiest wife. The rest of them have to be ugly or fat or, if you really want to make me happy, both."Sebastian laughed, "You're thinking of Mormons. The Amish don't practice polygamy."Michelle's brow. Under the abayas they were dressed in western summer dresses which were high necked and had hemlines well below the knees. The two women prostrated themselves before their Emir."Is everyone in this Embassy deaf? Or are you all deliberately disobedient? I said undress," he snapped, revising his opinion of their training downwards.The women slowly and with obvious reluctance, disrobed. The daughter was quite attractive, thought the Emir, but a little thin. The wife was a typical middle-aged.