The producer strode out for a quick Q & A session and drew out Fatima's name as the first question (which were submitted prior to the movie in the que...e, and I had quite forgotten she'd filled out the slip of paper then). The Producer asked for Fatima to stand up so she could address her personally!Now, obviously at this point, neither she or me had had the time to do our respective flies back up - so up stood a clearly blushing (yes, I could tell, despite her arabian skintone) Fatima clutching. "I can't believe how much you look like a girl," she laughed, "I mean,you could tell someone that you're my younger sister and I think they'dbelieve us."As she said this, she stood next to me in the mirror. She was at leastfour inches taller than me, and given that I was actually in the morefeminine attire, she was probably right."Are these leggings supposed to stop at the ankle?" I asked, as shecontinued to admire her own handiwork."Of course they are," she groaned, "oh my God, you might be. He hadn't been this wasted since he got out of the Army, and he was very sure that Jackie had never been that wasted, period.The party hadn't died down much, although there had been a few celebrants felled early, and heat and noise and booze had made a lot of the costumes look more than a little disheveled. The heat and the noise were getting to Mark, too; he was overdressed in the flight jacket and the helmet, and somewhere inside him, he knew he'd better take a breather.It was quieter out on. I'd been hoping until that time that it would run its course but once there was a baby involved...I still didn't understand why I had to suffer. The only reason I could understand was because I loved my husband. I love the bastard enough to forgive him for the way he treats me because I know that it won't last for long. We will be together in the end. I'm sure of it. Any day now he'll be knocking on my door begging me to come and live in that beautiful house with him ... Any day now.So for now,.