We talked about our lives in more detail through breakfast and then headed to the Marina to pick up the boat. Doris went up to the rental facility, an... then we were led to a beautiful Corsair 760. It was the perfect boat for playing in the warm waters.Trimarans are particularly stable and offer much more deck area for sunning. This one was beautiful and seemed almost too much for the four of us. After a twenty-minute course on the controls, which were ridiculously easy even for a beginner, we. It took all her willpower to descend the steps into the cool dungeon area. Her body shook with fear; not only of her upcoming mutilation, she knew most women in Somalia and other places in Africa had this done routinely, as a coming of age ritual, but of what it meant. She would not leave this place alive. Her last gleam of hope would be gone. All the slave girls, in the compound, lived in the hope, not of being freed, that just did not happen, but of being sold to some other, perhaps less. I assured her that we were okay, and she seemed to accept it. She asked if I wanted to join her and my father for dinner and maybe a movie, but I declined. Apparently, so had my sister. She told me to get some rest, and she’d see me later.I heard them leave, and shortly after there was yet another knock at my door. It could only be one person, so I called for her to come in. She walked into my room and sat down at the foot of my bed. She asked about mom’s line of questioning, confirming to me. He was once again blown away by her understated beauty. Jilnar smiled, a little uneasy. After a brief pause the cameramen gave Max a thumbs up."We’re rolling, just start whenever you are ready," he voiced. Max nodded."So, with us today we have Jilnar Jardaly, of Television Dubai fame," he started. "How are you today, Jilnar?" he asked. "Just fine," she responded. "A little nervous." Don’t be nervous," Max consoled. "First things first, I’m sure everyone is wondering, just what in the hell are.