" Mr. Roberts, please, no," she said quickly between sobs, her gorgeous tear-filled eyes pleading with me. " I'm so sorry, please, I promise, I'll nev...r do it again, please?!?!" She started sobbing again, looking into my eyes, trying to see if there was any sort of hope to be found."I'm sorry Miss Sierra, my hands are tied," I said back. "I don't believe I have another choice but to turn you over to authorities. I have to ensure that drugs are kept out of our schools even if that means allowing. More interestingly there were three half-sisters of the present Emir in the harem, all of whom had been born outside his control and had been inherited by the old Emir when the late Prince had died.The Emir studied the results until he felt his head would whirl; to one trained and expert in mathematics, such as he, the topology was interesting but so complex that it seemed to need more than a Ph.D. to understand all the interconnections. His grandfather had evidently been quite indiscriminate. “The Gentleman’s Club it is. Lead on Alfonse,” announced Mark.The two husbands left as their wives continued to debase themselves in the oily ring. With a solid grip on each other’s hair, Barbara and Teresa rolled about on the mat screaming insults at each other. Neither could get a solid advantage on the other. Barbara was maintaining her modesty, but Teresa’s skirt was bunching up at the waist exposing the olive hues of her now glistening bottom. Teresa had chosen a lavender thong this day. .." ... slightest..." ... bit."Vanessa hesitated for a couple of seconds, then said, "It feels wrong to prefer one of you."Copy#1 answered, "It's not as if we're going to take it personally."Copy#2 added, "You could play Eeny, meeny, miny, moe."Copy#3 suggested, "Or we could ask Julia to pick the snappiest dresser."Copy#4 said, "To make it even more obscure, the four of us just swapped our minds around." You make a convincing case. Very well, I'll pick #1 then."Copy#1 said, "Good choice,.