As she swam the length of her family's private pool, Noriko's mind was also on her journal. She'd left it lying out accidentally, unlocked and open. S...e desperately hoped that nobody had read the pages inside, the little notes about sex, about how she figured a man should feel, about how she wanted to make love to her father (step-father technically). It hadn't been touched so she hoped nobody, especially her father, had seen her dark little secret. Her mind was also on her mother, and how the. No way I was sending my sons to coeducational public schools. Public schools that are coeducational, and that’s most of them, fail young men. The politically correct, touchy-feely atmosphere of these schools absolutely kills the spirit of young men. Most of them feel out of place there. That’s why so many of them fail. That’s why young women outnumber young men at America’s colleges and universities. Well, putting our sons and daughters in the right environments was the first part. The easy. To. Him. Pl … please M … Mary.”The house slave nodded in a barely discernible manner, not wanting anyone to realise they were actually speaking.“T … tell him to … go … Kentucky … like … w … we said … M … Mary.”“I will Mistress,” Mary spoke in whisper tears filling her eyes.“And. Tell. Him I … I am sorry.” Each word was tough going for poor Catherine, whose beaten body was as good as ruined.Mary poured more water onto her Mistress’s thirsting lips and nodded. No one looked as the inconspicuous. I was interviewed for hours by a combination Secret Service/FBI/CIA team that had one agenda and one agenda only.They wanted something to go on, somewhere to start, some tree to shake ... something ... anything.I was transparently truthful, because they never strayed anywhere near our 'other' activities, and they left as perplexed about the flare up of assassination attempts as when they arrived. I did leave them with one parting word of wisdom. "Is it possible that they weren't trying to kill.