He wanted us to think about what we, as tomorrow's leaders (ok I made that part up), though were the most important things to come away from the class...with.Everyone had their pencils and pens moving in hyper speed, writing what they thought would be the easiest questions of course, everyone trying to save their own skin."Nothing blatantly obvious," Professor Jim added. Sounds of crumbled up papers started to permeate the room, followed by a round of chuckles and the passing around of more. We both sat down next to 3 other Turkish men and one blonde haired Turkish woman. Amanda squeezed my hand and I smiled at her for reassurance.The heat was intense and we both started to sweat, Amanda loosened the towel to wipe her forehead which exposed her right breast this got the attention of the 3 Turkish men in the room and one of them said something in Turkish and smiled at us, he then shouted and the large man that had greeted us at the door walked in and replied to him. He was now only. .sir?" So, do you feel safe here?" No," I say more than flatly."Alright? I can understand that?" Really...sir? You understand being a 'pin' cushion?" Please, I am trying to help you?" Hummm, okay? Then 'help' away?" I wave a dismissive hand at him."I understand you don't like coming here to see me, that is normal tomost who do come here?" Yes, that I am sure of. But in my case, I do know I am 'nuts' and knowexactly what is wrong with me." That 'thing' you can't talk about?"All I can get out to. We had one small boy working for us, and a part-time maidservant Chandni who used to come morning and afternoon.She was young, about 24, with two children; her husband had gone to the village sometime back to escape the moneylenders. She had long hair, and beautiful eyes, and at that time I thought the sexiest breasts and bottom.She used to wear a red oversized blouse, handed to her by a fat lady for whom she worked, and a red sari. Because the blouse was a few sizes too large for her, her.