We were being raucous and unruly, teasing and titillating, showing both purposefully and accidently, as young girls do, without thinking and not reall... caring.My sister was here before, one year ago to the date, back then she had stayed behind for her own portfolio, by the same old man, and as I sat looking at him eyeing-up my class friends, I knew what was going through his head, each parted pair of legs or blouse front, each tight pair of denims, yes I knew how his mind salivated over the. Dying of stupidity was ... stupid. He cursed the pilot under his breath.Niu waited until the exchange was completed before he picked up the phone and ordered his senior Muslim Brotherhood commander, "Surround the airport with all available reserves. Absolutely no one leaves the airport until I personally approve it. I will personally shoot any man that allows anyone to leave. Do you understand?"He must have received a positive response because he hung up the phone. The Imam quickly picked up a. .. Sam?" (I loved the embarrassed hesitation before the first use of my shortened name. It was as if I'd given him a password.) "I stay open until 7.00pm, but if we went over to the Bar Italia, we could have that glass of wine I suggested and maybe a bite to eat too? They do superb deep-pan pizzas." Yeah, so I've heard. Friday would be good for me. Mum always has to work late and so I usually finish up snacking on crisps, watching rubbish on TV." I fluttered my eyelashes a little as a signal. I heard an alarm bell go off somewhere in the back of my mind, but ignored it. What a strange thing for one woman to say about another.Sarah was wearing a silk blouse that was obviously top quality, very shear, pale blue, and devoid of excess material. As she spun around, I could see no signs of a bra strap across her back, but given her sister's absence of breasts, that did not surprise me. The slacks that she wore also came with no unnecessary material; she appeared to be poured into them..