Thank you as well."After they left the room, I read Mom's latest email again. I was exhausted, and thinking about Mom's being out there somewhere righ... now banging some guy who was not Dad had my mind in turmoil. It almost felt like she was cheating on ME. I was feeling just a touch of mental anguish, sort of like one of those schmuck cuckold husbands that I read about in those silly erotic stories on the internet. Except that I was really feeling it on Dad's behalf.When I went downstairs to. Finally emptying the chest, she ran her fingers around the bottom of the chest until she heard a click and a small tab popped up from the bottom. Grasping the tab she gently removed the false bottom and set it aside. She reached back into the chest and removed a thin velvet bag, closed at one end with a draw string. Opening the end she slid the bag down revealing a scabbarded Andorian longsword. The very same sword that Tanith had given her over three years ago. Also within the bag was a. ” I retreated to an empty office to think.Gazans had the ability to riot because they were unemployed: almost half of them were out of work. Construction of this facility for the new government had used only a few hundred labourers for five months; if it was one thing the Strip new how to do well, it was to build buildings cheap and fast.The very fact that the government center could be constructed spoke to a new confidence: Israel would not be bombing Gaza under my watch. But the people didn’t. Just as I am about to curl my thumb and try to fist myself my fantasy is disturbed by John’s deep angry voice, the voice my father would use on me when I was growing up.“Jesus Christ! Can’t you stop playing with yourself for a minute!” he says sternly. I jump up grabbing my pants, looking around to make sure Tiffany is not in the room. A lump forms in my throat and tears well up in my eyes. “I.. I…am sorry” I stutter my lip quivering. John looks at me concerned, walking over to me he holds.