They appeared at the gate, I greeted them and over coffee we sat and chatted for a while, asking her about her mental state as well as her physical co...dition after the last fairly recent session. Her reply that she was mentally more relaxed after the scourging (her words not mine) and that apart from the one tiny nick when a stroke had crossed another and opened up a small cut, there were no ill effects though the marks had mostly gone, if slowly which reminded her of the session each time. "Look at me," she said to her son.Jeff raised his head."Mom, look," he said. "I don't know what you're thinking, but, you know, it's only natural. You know what I mean. I mean, I'm not a kid anymore. I'm growing up. And I have certain needs, you know? I mean, things build up. You know, pressure? It gets to the boiling point, and you have to relieve yourself. All the guys do it. It's not like we're doing anything wrong, you know?"Dianne raised her eyebrows and let her top leg slide back, her. Pam on the other hand is sweet. She did her best to make sure thateveryone felt welcomed. She is humble, not wanting to take any crediton how her two kids turned out. That sweet lady turned as red as theberries on the mistletoe above on their tree when I mentioned it. Sheis smart and pays attention to details. She picks up little things,like word choice or the little part of a tattoo which is sticking outfrom the cuff. Pam is also discreet; she waited to ask about the tattoountil it was only me. Everyone in the room was tense as the live feeds from Predator Drones and mini-drones played out on the screens at the head of the room. They were currently watching the area around one of the largest Mosques in the Philippines. Over the past twenty minutes, a huge crowd had gathered around the Mosque.Having just entered the room, Mike asked, “What’s happening?”“The Imam is telling them that it’s time to take control of the country,” Tony answered. He was the group’s most fluent speaker of.