((The remainder of this story is what Amiee told me happened over the weekend, all the facts and is told in Amiee's voice))I arrive at Tom's house and...ring the doorbell. The bell doesn't even finish it ring and door swings open. Guess he was waiting for me."Hey Tom, I am here at your service." Hey Amiee, come in, let me take those bag from you"I walk into the house and it looks exactly like my house but decorated different. I would have to say that Susan has to worst taste in the world. I walk. Kaeoorov qualified to do this surgery?"The radiologist scoffed, "I would not let that drunken whoring durok (fool) operate on a dead dog. No this man deserves someone special."I asked, "Then who do you have in mind?"He answers, "Mikael Voskoboynikov is the only man I would let operate on me."I said a quick prayer and asked, "Would you please contact him. After all Ben is a Russian citizen and has the Hero Of the Russian Federation medal."The radiologist laughed, "Mikael will do it for the. She was sat up in bed working on some numbers on a note pad. She had on a black nightie that was almost see through. I got under the sheets beside her and laid on my back. She put her papers down then turned towards me."You don't mind that I asked Cindy to live with us do you? She is so sweet and I think she will make us a lot of money." She asked as her finger ran over my chest undoing my top pajama button."No, I think she is far out and groovy man. Dig it?" I said, giving my best Cindy. The grand dining table had some fifteen Sisters gathered for a chapter meeting. Three maids, including myself, served several courses and stood at call for other services. The collection of mistresses varied in age from the late twenties to the sixties. All were formally dressed, mostly in long and expensive gowns. There was an aura of education, prestige and success among the women of the Sisterhood. Perhaps it was the obvious wealth, shown in their jewelry and in the quality and taste of.