" He said smiling."Thank you Sifu." Kei said."Hows the weapons practice going?" He asked."If you think that was good we should spar with me." Kei said...grinning."No thanks, I still remember the last time." He said touching the scar on his cheek.The first time she had come to the Dojo she had spotted the sword on the wall and had asked to practice with it, when he saw her movements he had been happy to spar with the swords, that was the last time he would, she had kind of snapped and they had. "Hello Richie," his voice booms.I see his big strong calves sticking out from the robe he's wearing. Hisfeet look incredibly large next to my wife's, as she playfully rubs herfoot on one of his. The man chair he's sprawled out in looks ridiculouslysmall as it fails to contain his large frame."Would you like another beer Eric?" my wife asks."Sure Diane," he booms."Go fetch us some drinks boy," she says, handing me her empty glass andwaving me off."Yes Ms. Harrison," I reply, calling her by her. Edit note: Originally this was planned as a little collection of Whorehouses and the events which take place in them but I realized quickly, that there is so much more to tell here. This is not just a Whorehouse Collection (don´t worry it still is too, you find them in the Section with this title), this is a Whorehouse Universe or as I decided to call it from now on: " The Fucking Society". Therefore, I had to rearrange a little and delete my first chapters, but I think it was worth it and we. We will meet in another safe house in 30 days. We will send you an e-mail with the coded location." It will be there if God wills it to be there."All the Arabs nodded.Outside Baghdad, Iraq: Jeff' GroupI pushed the Iraqi to the floor and asked in a pleasant tone "OK, asshole, let's talk. I know you can understand me."The terrorist didn't reply. He simply sat on the floor with his hands to his side.I sighed. "You're really better off talking to Amanda and me. I'm an old man, and I can live and.