Bye."Maggie watched at Beth's eyes lit up when she heard that this boy wanted to take her to the dance. It brought back memories of her first date. Sh... also saw how much of a girl Beth had become. That also pleased her."He wants me to go with him to the dance! I can't believe it, I knew he liked me a little but this is too much," said Beth."So you like the idea of going on a date with a boy?" asked Maggie.Beth sat there for a second, "Yes I am comfortable with it. I really like him and it all. .abbbabbbaaa…..uuffff….we will make her prostitute for this village…ummmm…what bitch are you ready to be prostitute for this village….In return I said, nanna maduve agro nanna sule madtiro garati makkala….ee oorige enu…..deshakke sule agtini….nivu helidavara hatra kaiskotini…intah sukha ide antha gotirililla….garathi makkala… nanna tullu matte tikada tutanna onde tutu madro….haaaaaaa….uummmmmaaaa….means…marry me you son of Garathi (means who is loyal to her husband only)…I am ready to become. The conversation was in Arabic; “I hear things are looking up for you,” I said.“Yes, it looks like we may be staying and helping your government. It also looks like you have made an impression on Pakistani militants in your short visit there and lived up to your nickname. You have been mentioned several times in the Pakistan papers you are having delivered,” one of them said.“Shoot at me and I will shoot back,” I said.“You have been promoted second highest in your government, your bravery was. .” She said, as she sat beside him. He could look at her eyes and tell she'd been crying more in the shower. “ Hey, are you hungry?” “ Um, a little.” Armand put the blanket on Ashley, and walked into kitchen and made some more pizza rolls, when he came back into the living room she was crying again. He put the plate of pizza rolls on the coffee table, and sat right next to her. “ Hey, what's going on?” “ I'm so pathetic, look at me.” “ Ashley, you are not pathetic.” “ I'm so stupid.”.