The movement turns towardsme and as it gets closer I realize, with some fear,that it’s not my colleagues from the dig but somenative on a camel....I watch him come closer with mixed feelings, thencrouch low and sort of cover myself with my arms andknees as he rides up to me. He stops a few feet back,looking down at me. “Uh, do you speak English?” I ask timidly. He looks at me and says nothing. “I don’t suppose you have some kind of clothing?Something to put over. We were living a happy life until that tragedy struck.I tried to cope with the loss, focusing on my job, taking care of my teenage son, and running the house. But wherever I went, I used to see people feeling sad for me that my husband died. They used to do me favors that I didn’t want them to. They used to visit my place to see if I’m doing okay. Meanwhile, others would simply walk away to avoid awkward conversations about my husband. I didn’t want to live in that city anymore. Fortunately, I. We had to stand when the judges came in. ‘Be seated.’ The bailiff read the docket.“The Federal Terrorism Court Special case of the United States will come to order. The honorable James Patton is presiding. Case number 18-409 Jones verses the US Congress. All testimony, evidence and rulings in this hearing are Classified under the rules of special court and punishable by a minimum of ten years in Leavenworth Federal Penitentiary,” the bailiff said.There are no deluxe prison cells there I thought. Mother and daughter continued sharing the hottest kiss of their lives, as smacking sounds filled the room. The kiss picked up intensity as Tiffany gently squeezed her mother's breast through the thin t-shirt she had put on in the arena dressing room."Ugh!!" Lisa moaned loudly as the kiss broke. She stared deep into her daughter's eyes as she pulled her hair from the ponytail. With her hair tumbling over her shoulders, she asked again, "Honey, are you sure you want to do this?" Yes," Tiffany.