I just put my head down.We were talking about village politics. He was saying things have changed and people are not like before. My father in law doe... not understand. He also was saying, there cannot be any bad things happening in the village during this festival time. We had a few drinks and I was feeling sleepy.I told him and started back to my room. When I was walking in the corridor, Rani came in front of me and this time I looked into her eyes. I had some feelings for her. I knew this. The family, that's who has the lease on the casino is one nasty bunch of assholes. The head of the family came to the USA after the fall of the Shaw of Iran. He took all the money he could smuggle out and ran. He knew the new regime would behead him as an enemy of Islam. He wasn't wrong either.So he came to the US with something like two million bucks on deposit in Europe. He invested in things that would make the most money. From night clubs and disco's to illegal back room casinos. The night. He was hoping for the plumpfullness of a young pinup model but resigned himself that just maybe he'dneed to have some breast work done... or maybe having a baby would helpfill them out.He held his new breasts for a moment thinking that maybe they weren't sobad with such amazing nipples on them (and sensitive too!) when he startedto look around his room to see if anything else was changing along withhim. He opened his closet door to see if his clothes had become dressesand skirts or his t-shirts. Nici replied, "Oohh, yeah,-I wonder what he'd do to me with those big spurs on his boots??!" I felt jealous, but oddly excited. I said nothing about it; it just seemed this was the way Nici behaved among her rally friends.After we'd had a few jars, she suggested we go outside, to see this gyroscope-ride thing. People were paying to have rides on it; it was a big circular-thing, that spun the occupant around in various directions in mid-air. However, there was a notice that said girls who went.