Finally she was on her face bent over the edge of the desk. "You've really got a fat ass," she heard Rachel say from behind her. "I think it needs som... working out!" With that Rachel struck Sandra ass with her hand. Sandra cried out and started to stand up. Hector grabbed her hands and stretched them in from of her. Raymond held her hips down. "You`re going to learn not to talk to me the way you did!" said Rachel. Sandra felt another smack against her ass. Then another and another. Then there. "We were silent for a long time after that.Jack dropped me off later that evening. I stalled as much as could to stay in the car with him."So you're car is running smoothly now huh?" I asked as he put the car in park."Yeah, thanks to your friends Dad. I really appreciate you calling him for me."I giggled. "And remember how mean you were to me?"Jack looked embarrassed. "Yeah, I'm so sorry about that." Well think about that, as our first sibling fight. How cool is that?"Jack scoffed and looked. We'd picked them out together, choosing flowers we liked seeing. Their colors were just as we'd hoped and I found them extra invigorating today. Tears actually came to my eyes when I remembered all we'd done to get those flowers and then to have them blossom and grin back at me as I walked towards the house was almost too much. It was as if they were giving me my last hurrah. The lawn was even greener than I remembered.Our house looked perfect. We'd painted it together and had decorated it just. "If it comes to that, Spain or Italy is the better choice - Morocco is not a fun place anymore, I hear," I replied.I knew that from reading the State Department daily security reports of the region I had access to, Rabat Morocco was one of the largest JGB sites with fifteen employees. They had a Blackhawk and two Suburban's. What caught my eye about the Rabat Morocco embassy was that the ambassador on site had requested one more of each and additional employees. Even though the ambassador's.