At school, he acted in a way, but at home, he looked like someone else.When I arrived at his house, the way he treated me, with respect and kindness, ...as completely unexpected. I believed that I would be insulted and would have to put up with his bad attitude, I didn’t expect to meet someone else, it almost seemed like a dual personality.After that, we did the job quietly and spent time together at his house, playing videogames and watching movies. We quickly became friends when it came to. The man-made features lasted longer in this tunnel. Initially, it was rectangular. After about 20m, it changed abruptly. When I investigated, I pointed out to Mica that I believed it had once ended with a spelled door. When we had flashed our lights down this tunnel, it had appeared as a dead end.It was only as we got to the end did we realise it joined a cross passageway. The new path had a lower more rounded roof and was narrower. We marked the passages, East, West and Home. I put a light on. ." the red head protested.Ignoring her the Emir lifted the telephone and without waiting for any greeting, snapped, "Get these whores out of my bedroom, now."Then he dropped the telephone and walked back into the sitting-room. Four of his bodyguards entered accompanied by the Ambassador."Get them out," roared the Emir to the bodyguards, and turning to the Ambassador he added, "Is three cheap prostitutes the way to greet your Emir? It was bad enough that all the welcoming party remained standing. "So your mom keeps close tabs on you and doesn't let you have boyfriends?," I asked in a surprised tone."Well not exactly, I mean she's not that bad," responded Angel, "its just that I could be a whole lot naughtier given the chance, if you see what I mean."I told Angel that she was now confusing me and asked bluntly whether she was getting it or not."Well yes, from time to time, but I have had one or two really wild experiences that it's difficult to repeat with mom around." Really!," I said,.