“I thought we’d be stopped by the Ghanaian border guard not the Ivory Coast military first,” he complained.“Passeports s’il vous plaît,” ...��Passports please,” the guard asked, holding out his right hand. Scott inspected the AK 47 slung across his chest as he handed him their documents. Double magazines taped together, he noted about the weapon. The guard looked at Scott’s passport last. He gazed from the picture to Scott’s face and back to the passport picture. A second guard stood at the rear of. My sister was kneeling on the floor. She was gagged with a red rubber ball and forced to listen to us talk without interrupting.“Yes,” I smiled my answer while I admired my sister’s pretty blue eyes looking up at me from the floor.She looked up at me like she thought that should be obvious. I added that she still had a lot of work to do.“If she didn’t, then we would have only needed one week to complete her training,” Dad smiled. He asked my sister how my sister behaved.“She did whatever I. As she walked ahead of me, I watched her hips sway under her skirt. It was then I realized she was wearing ‘the outfit’. Two long tapered candles were lit in the dining room. It was the only light in the room. She sat me down. Two places were set elegantly. ‘Open the wine, let it breathe. I will return shortly.’ With that she left the room. She returned with a glass bowl filled with a caesar’s salad. She served the salad. I quickly rose to my feet and held her chair for her as she sat down.. Laura was standing by my side. “You . . . er . . want me to wear a costume?” I queried.She shot me a quick glance and smiled broadly. “Oh, no. Painting you in a costume? Now wouldn’t that be a gigantic waste? A figure like yours should be put on display.” She was incredulous that I should ask. The tension inside me disappeared.“No, Sophie. I want to paint you nude. In fact I have something specific in mind. I’m a great admirer of Ingres. I consider that some of his paintings are amongst the.