?Tw?o I can bear? -but, ?the whole army??? Hannanoticed, laughed and tugged me on. "Yes you are going right in there. So EVERYBODYwill see you for wha... you are - and in the middle of your own damn hotel."I made a few more drawling steps towards that double door, the voices fallinglike guillotine blades and I just crumbled, making myself into the tiniest ballon the floor. Hanna squatted beside me. "You are going there, or I'mgoing to drag you? On the other hand if you try hard to be the most. Why would you think you would get pregnant?" I stopped taking them as soon as I found out my parents were planning to move. I want to have your baby, Kyle." Julie explained.It finally sunk into me what she was telling me. "What??? Why would you do something like that?" I screamed.Julie looked shocked at my reaction. She tried to answer, "If we have a baby..." GOD DAMN IT! HOW COULD YOU BE SO STUPID?!?" I shouted as my anger boiled over. I grabbed my shirt and shoes." ... my parents couldn't. Her voice was light, with just a hint of accent from her Russian upbringings. ?Yes, doctor,? the guard replied. ?Restrained as you requested.? ?Good.? The picture on the first page of the dossier was that of an American woman, or to be more accurate, girl. She was only 22, her name, Stacey Duvall. A leggy female, not unlike Irina herself, though her hair was bright blond and curled. She had thoughtful blue eyes, and the figure of a model. Irina decided to start with. "Your Magnificence," she said with a little bobbed curtsey."His Magnificence is not here today," said the Emir, "Just another customer. Call him 'sir' if you like."His eyes, she felt, followed her everywhere, and the Maître d' was again watching her. Because it was not the centre of the restaurant, and because she was at her familiar station it was not so bad, but this young man was embarrassingly persistent in trying to chat to her."Do you have days off here?" he asked."Why does that concern.