That is one of my bodyguards. She makes sacrifices for me, not the other way around!" This one?" he scoffed, "A bodyguard? Ha! I could break her in ha...f with one hand!"Wei and I exchanged glances, and I hoped what I read there was right. I answered, "You have been engineered by your masters for the work that you do. These ladies were engineered to be bodyguards. What chance does one of you have against four of them?" Impossible!" Hashimoto replied, "Our scientists proved that females could not. He read theinstructions carefully and followed every letter. He then wrapped hishair in a towel while waiting for it to dry. He then sat down on thetoilet and painted his nails (both finger and toe) black to match hishair. While his nails were drying that is when he finally got around toblow drying his now raven black hair and styling it into a short butgothic style. You couldn't call the style girlie by any stretch of theimagination but it was a feminine style none the less.Finally his. I called Dave, our in house attorney, and asked him if he could recommend a good divorce attorney and when he gave me a name I called the man. It turned out that the man had been a classmate of Dave's and was also a close personal friend and when I called him for an appointment I was told that Dave had already called and paved the way for me. I was told to come right on down. As soon as I hung up I got on the phone and cancelled all of our credit cards except for the Visa and American Express. .yes it does." The words Rick next spoke would send chills thru Stacy and me. "Well good. You should be right comfy out here then...don't you think, Timmy?"I tried my best to stand up to his insinuation. "Listen, Rick, I don't mind you staying here if you have to. But that pull-out isn't big enough for Stacy and me." I felt I had put my foot down. I was certain Stacy was proud of me. Rick's reply let the air out of my brief assertiveness. He looked at Stacy, who clung to me as she looked.