They seemed to be rather understanding of my predicament.When I awoke that morning it must have been the middle of the day. I stumbled through the liv...ng room and into the kitchen. My mother was standing on stool, putting groceries away on the top shelf of a cupboard. My sight was a little blurred but I didn't miss the way her long, smooth legs brightened the room up with a freshness and vitality that somewhat surprised me. She wore cut-off jeans and a red checkered shirt that was tied off just. The nurse I saw earlier and a man whom I took to bea doctor or surgeon came over to me. The man said in very good English "Ithink you've already met my wife Taslima. I'm Ahmad, the senior surgeonhere. As I think you can see you received some major surgery Fatima. Ohforgive me that's your name now. It's ironic that in whilst this countryperversions and deviance in men are punishable by beheading I can quitelawfully turn you into a whore for monetary gain. So Fatima, once thesurgery has healed. But why did she say she was wearing pantyhose when she wasn't? Why say they did it on the sofa instead of the bedroom? I decided to file the story away. Maybe some day in the future I can spring this on her and find out what this was all about.Susan came over to me and put her arms around my neck and asked "Are youangry with me for doing this?"I said "I'm hurt but not angry. I wish this didn't happen but I know it was my own fault so I will just have to live with it."Susan pulled my face to. ‘Come on, we should at least start to get ready.’ added Jack. ‘We’ve got loads of time.’ replied Fay sleepily. ‘Come on, if we are a bit early, we could pop out for a couple of bracers before we get a cab?’ suggested Jack. ‘Mmm, sold.’ stated Fay slowly pulling the sheets from them. ****************************************** ‘Here you are.’ said Fay offering Jack a small jiffy bag. ‘What’s this?’ asked Jack fiddling with his shirt buttons. ‘It came for us yesterday,’ stated Fay, ‘take a look,.