I told her kissing, sucking and licking.“I won’t force you but would you like to get fucked by Amit?” she asked gently.I acted hurt and indignan... and after a little persuasion agreed, giving an impression of utmost reluctance.“ Mom, will it hurt?” I asked her, as if worried.“If you are afraid of little pain, you cannot achieve anything. You both would not have been born, if I let fear of pain affect me” she said.That evening, she gave all instructions to both of us, about use of Gel. She. Well, shit, I ran in the house and up to my room. My parents were over at some friends and I just lay there sobbing. "What's wrong, Sonya?" asked my brother as he got down next to me in bed, sliding his arms around me, pulling me tight. "That fucking Micky Whitmarsh just dumped me, the son of a bitch. He can just go to hell," I wailed. Marc held me, his hand slowly rubbing a circle around my back as I sobbed. "It'll work out, Sonya, don't worry. You just need the right guy." "Well, I've about. S. State Department were eager to expedite the handling of our case.After Dad retold Mr. Fischer what Nazir had told him regarding the cause of this whole situation, how and why the Special Clerical Council and the Iranian government had become involved along with their unique "solution" of the matter, Mr. Fischer asked to see what documents we were provided with so far.Narisa and I had to both make taped statements under oath of the events, as we each knew them. After four hours of discussion. Good for me. I went around the girls as I sang, tapping all I could without falling over.All I care about is love!I saw Mom and Dad start the ovation, as I carefully walked over to my synthesizer.“That’s enough of that,” I said under my breath.Doing things all out of order was my way of making sure these guys were listening to me. We played and sang about seven pieces of music after that.“Ms. Alice Guthrie, come on up,” I said starting up “Moonraker.” Peter helped her up the steps and she got.