Cecilia reflected that it was a bit hypocritical that the Clergy had no problem burning clothing that belonged to other people, but if someone went in...wearing a Church-issued prayer robe, that was one item that would never go into the fire-pit. Once she was properly attired in her rented outfit, the exchange program director was ready to go to the Temple of the Ancients and deal with her students. She walked several blocks from the Central Plaza to the nearby Plaza of the Ancients. She took a. I figured this would be the end, we'd won the game after all. The host began speaking as soon as the stage stopped moving, he was offering a chance for my wife to win better prizes, sort of a final challenge. My wife was barely able to pay attention, her exposed tits, the audience, the cameras, and me all forgotten. She was obviously distracted from what she'd just witnessed as well as the nearly nude man standing a foot away from her. It was presented that she could take the mediocre. ... they had to. /////////////////////////As Cathy sweated, struggled and cried in the dark, the Arab drank tea with the Poshtoons in the large central room of the cave. The men were discussing again and again the attack on the helicopter, each man’s role in defeating the Americans growing with each retelling of the story. Though he could not speak their language, the Arab could sense their mood easily enough. He could see that it was happy even without the terse and begrudging translation. But before the disco, the attending hordes required a speech.I stood up, and my Dad tapped his spoon on the side of his glass for silence.“Thank you,” I said, and sat down again.Howls of derision and demands for more greeted that, so I stood up again.“Thank you,” I repeated, “very much.”The howls and shouts started again when I moved to sit down. I remained standing.“What can I say?” I asked, “last year was, shall we say, rather trying?”That brought laughter.“Cal and I went through a lot of.