.. what ever that means. Ah, well... Anyway... you readers will be happy to hear, I finally found another job.Am I working at another TV Station as an...on-the-air Reporter, making the big bucks again? Well, not exactly.I guess I probably should tell you how my present job came my way.I'm down at the Rescue Mission with the other less fortunate folks having a nice meal, when the good Reverend comes charging in."Is there anyone here, that has any experience as a Reporter?" he asked,. Naturally he would use them for the first few days he was home, and she wondered if she would ever share his bed again. After she had been dressed in the costume of his harem, a pair of sheer gauze traditional split crotch trousers and little else, he looked her over and nodded. Then he turned and left the women to their gossip. The biggest news was that he had met the Emir himself, may he live for ever and have many sons, and had come back from that meeting a Sergeant, a rank to which he could. Then i picked her topic and asked her how did she survive after uncle. She explained and started crying almost. By this time she was quite comfortable talking to me. I consoled her and promised her that i would take care of her and we will be friends. I also told her ” Mentally, socially and physically” if you need anything i am there.Just to cement the base, i started helping her in household works, market work etc. So she was quite comfortable with me now and used to roam without duppata as. "I'm sorry you hate me so much. I'll leave you alone." Dorothy's face fell into undisguised anguish."I don't hate you. I just ... I mean..." Cindy struggled for the words that expressed the depth of her disappointment. "You have no idea how hurt daddy was - it just killed him what you did. How could to hurt someone you said you loved?" I know, I bet you want to slap some sense into me. Shake me and ask "What the hell were you thinking? Makes you wonder if I'm just crazy?" Dorothy Barlow wiped a.