"What madness is this?" Saddam was so mad that he ignored the highfeminine contralto that was his voice now. "What have you..."A warm glow ran through...his body. It centered in his breasts and downthere in his groin. Saddam moaned >from the pleasure, sexual pleasure,a... a woman's pleasure. Of their own will, his hands reached up tocaress his new breasts, to bring them even more pleasure.The man, Farad, blinked. "Where... where am I?" You are in Paradise, Farad, my son. You died bravely, and. " Do you realize how close you are to going to jail?" added his irate father."They won't press charges," Phillipe smiled confidently."And what makes you think that? Some of the pictures and video those kids shot is already on the internet. Those two girls are laughing stocks at school. They will both probably wind up transferring to another school." So?" So, you've gone a long way toward wrecking their lives." They'll get over it... and they won't press charges. First of all, all I did was. Tomorrow was a big match, all the physical preparation had been done now only the careful pre-match diet and mental approach remained to complete before she stepped onto the court against her quarter final opponent. Then after the quarter final she would face Sally Freeman in the semis. This was the last chance!Why?Because after the Dubai Classic would come the wedding and the sweetness of all that victory would be a sour taste after that shit, Dave, had hitched his wagon to Sally fucking. She was down early, sipping tea dressed just as she had planned with the addition of just a splash of perfume, and a pair of slippers, so by eight, she was nervously pouring yet another mug of tea. When she faintly heard his alarm at half past she smiled, then lay on the empty work top a large pair of scissors, a kitchen knife-block and a hank of blue rope that she had begged from some men working in the road some time ago, way back when she had first had this fantasy, though she had told them.