I was shocked as there nothing as I expected it would be. I continued screaming louder and louder, but there was no luck for me, especially in that go...-forgotten place. I was scared to death and began kicking and screaming as they carried me into the center of the room, shouting in Turkish. I tried to get the policemen’s attention but it seemed like it was the usual thing for me. I couldn’t believe that I was going to be raped. Raped on my first day in Arab heaven. Without second thoughts. By the time I was getting dressed I knew that I would need panty liners. I could have just given myself another quick enema but…what the hell…the doctor would know ‘why’ I had an irritated bowel; may as well give him something to find in there?I was dressing all of the time then and had no reason to hide anything. Once I was cleaned up I slipped into some nice ‘boy-shorts’ a camisole top, a pair of slacks that zipped up the back and a nice loose blouse. Nothing flashy or fancy just street. He meant to take care ofbusiness, but he let his emotions get in the way. Beer loving emotions.That's why he woke up on the floor.Brian rubbed his head and sat up from his living room floor. Alex andDavid were crammed together on the couch. Slowly, the two on the couchjoined Brian in regretfully realizing they were still alive."How many beers did we drink, man?" David asked."Too many," Alex said as he ran off to the bathroom.The answer was they each had four beers. Unfortunately, Brian was. "Well, okay... "He gingerly took the small bundle, which smelled like formula, in his arms. He stared down at it in awe. He smiled down at the sleeping baby. Sitting on the couch, he gently touched the tiny hands, feeling its satiny skin."It's so small... " he breathed.Jen watched as he leaned over and softly kissed the baby's cheek. She nearly burst into tears from the breathtaking sight. Her maternal instincts, which were already going in mock speed from the baby's presence, went crazy.