This think made very shame to my uncle. My mom don’t know this is incident will give more problem to her. My uncle got more shame and angry for my m...m laughing for is fell down. So for this he want to take revenge on my mom. But this thing we don’t know. After few days passed. My father invited to our native to that uncle place to play gambling in playing cards. My dad is always very interestingly play the gamblings.So he didn’t refuse he accept offer of my uncle. Without knowing my uncle’s. ' ***** Coming back to the present Julie didn't turn round as she murmured softly "Ziva," and smiled. "So what have you seen?" Ziva asked quietly in her soft voice. "The woman with a baby in a pram, yet she never checks the baby, a man who is painting the same section of wall over and over, and a religious man saying his prayers yet never turns the pages of his open prayer book." Julie said before going on without moving her eyes, "And the sniper on the roof of the hotel needs to watch his. We got to school, and walked to the undressing area. There was quite a crowd, so I asked, "Anyone want to volunteer to undress us?" A senior couple Jim Kidwell and Linda Morrison, came forward and said, "We'd be honored if you'd let us help." Linda unbuttoned my shirt, and let it slide down my arms; she then unbuckled my belt, unsnapped my jeans, and slid them down my legs. I stepped out of them, and she slid my boxers down and off. She flipped her skirt up, showing me that she wasn't wearing. A security meeting was arranged for late afternoon when Maktum and the French VIP Protection Squad would arrange the seating. Finally it was agreed with the Maître d' that the Emir would sit alone at an excellent table, normally for four, close to, but not actually on, the edge of the dance floor. At the table next to it would be the Ambassador and his party. Four tables round those would be Kobekistani and French bodyguards. The Maître d' wanted to have his most senior Chef de Station serve.